My fingers flex and sure enough, my wrists are free, and my hands are…resting in my kidnapper’s lap.
I yank my arm back and sit up, dislodging his hold entirely.
King lets me pull away and rests his hand back on the center console. Like he’s ready to restrain again. But I won’t give him a reason to. Not yet, at least.
Resigning myself to the fact that I’m going to go wherever he’s bringing me, I wipe the tears off my cheeks and watch the dark landscape pass outside the window.
CHAPTER 7
Savannah
I make it ten minutes before I can’t hold my tongue anymore. “Where are we going?”
“Home.” He gruffly repeats the single word answer he gave earlier.
My teeth press into my lower lip. I probably shouldn’t pester him. A happy captor is a kind captor. Or so I might assume.
“But where is home
