I lifted my sweaty palms to the light show and felt the moisture evaporate.
Facing straight ahead, he spoke over the quiet hum of the motor. “Hand over the keys.”
“Where do you want to be dropped off?” I said without handing them over. Patris stared at my face. I suspected the laughter that followed came from somewhere deep down in his belly. Dropping my gaze, I repeated my question slowly and softly, my voice trembling with a fear I hoped only I could hear. A fear that forced me to give way to the truth. He was twenty-two years younger than I. He was faster. He was stronger. He was armed.
This wasn’t fair. There was no way I could wrestle the gun from his hand. Before I could reach for it, Patris was sure to fire. He was driven by his desire to destroy me. How could I fight that? Espec
