Lyla
I hummed as I drove to the address that I was told to go to. Heather was whimpering in the passenger seat. She had no courage or self-preservation. I would die trying to escape. I would have jumped from the moving vehicle by now and made a run for it.
I pulled into an abandoned car mechanic's shop. This felt like déjà vu and I chuckled.
“I have to open this garage. If you try to escape, when I catch you, I’m going to skin you alive. You hear me?”
She nodded frantically. Coward. Doesn’t she realize she’s dying anyway?
I hopped out of the vehicle and put in the code I was given for the garage door. I got back in and we both watched the door go up. I drove in and we got out.
“Stay,” I barked out.
I shut the door and turned around. She didn’t move.
I walked over to
