FariaPain shot through my wrists and ankles as the circles of duct tape bit into them. I wanted to cry, shout, rage, and scream, but I could do none of those things. For a few minutes, I had pounded on the interior of the trunk with my heel, hoping that the Devil’s Wing at the wheel would take pity and come let me out.
Of course he didn’t. The Devil’s Wings were cruel, horrible men.
Even as I thought that, I knew that wasn’t precisely fair. I was, of course, “Devil’s Wing property,” and Corbin was simply ensuring that I stayed safe. The basement of the Minghellis’ estate was no place for a Devil’s Wing w***e.
I still didn’t think he’d had to tie me up, though. If he had simply put me in the car and told me to wait, I would have waited. Right?
Come on, Faria, I told myself. You know bet
