Narine’s POV
One minute I was asleep and the next… I was in the air.
Hauled.
Not lifted gently or nudged awake.
No. Hauled. Like a damn sack of grain.
I flailed groggily as panic thrashed through my limbs, as unfamiliar hands gripped under my arms and knees.
“Hey, hey!” I cried. “Put me down!”
The man didn’t even flinch. His arms were like steel, and his grip was unrelenting as he moved. I kicked weakly, but it was no use. I hadn’t eaten properly, rested, and whatever adrenaline I had was fizzling fast. My voice was a hoarse rasp by the time I was dumped. yes, dumped into the backseat of a black car. The door slammed shut, sealing me inside like a prisoner.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, banging my fist on the tinted glass. “Let me out! This is k********g!”
The man didn’
