The back door creaked open, hinges protesting after years of disuse.
Brittney stumbled out into the narrow alleyway, the cool night air a stark contrast to the smoky, blood-soaked interior she was fleeing.
Her breath hitched in ragged gasps, each one more painful than the last
Her left arm throbbed, twisted at an unnatural angle from when that stupid brute had grabbed her.
Sunlight was what she needed, a clean escape.
Just as she reached the edge of the alley, a pair of headlights cut through the darkness. A sleek black car idled at the curb, its engine a low, menacing purr. The back door swung open, revealing Cain in the dimly lit interior.
“Get in, Brittney,” his voice was calm, devoid of emotion. “Or I can promise you won’t like the alternative.”
She hesitated, her mind racing
