The SUV roared across the coastal highway, a dark streak slicing through the pale morning haze. Elena’s breaths came shallow and uneven as she kept herself pressed against the door, almost as if the metal could melt under the force of her desperation. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her mind chanting run, run, run even though her body was trapped under Damian’s iron hold.
His arm wrapped around her as though she were something fragile, something precious he refused to let slip from his grasp. The worst part wasn’t his strength. It was the calm. The quiet satisfaction radiating from him as if dragging her from Michael wasn’t an a*******n, but the restoration of something stolen.
“You can let me go now,” she said, fighting to keep her voice steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He laughed so
