The SUV smelled like leather and cigarettes. Lia sat wedged between two men built like linebackers, her wrists zip-tied in front of her. Every time she tried to speak, the man on her left would shake his head. A silent warning.
So she stayed quiet. Watched the city pass by through tinted windows. Tried to memorize the route in case she got a chance to escape. But after fifteen minutes of turns and backtracking, she was completely lost.
They weren't Caspian's men. That much was clear. His people were professional but they'd never hurt her. These men had guns and dead eyes and absolutely no problem using violence.
The SUV finally stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Industrial district. No lights. No other cars. Just empty streets and the kind of silence that meant
