I felt stupid.
I should have screamed the moment he grabbed me. I should have fought when we were still in the crowd. Instead, I had let shock paralyze me until it was too late.
The large man—Marcus—shoved me into the back of the van, following me inside and slamming the sliding door with a finality that echoed in my bones. My bag, my only lifeline to the world, had fallen outside in the scuffle.
The van lurched forward instantly. Two other men were in the front, faceless silhouettes behind a mesh partition.
I bit down. Hard.
My teeth sank into the fleshy part of the hand covering my mouth. Marcus swore, jerking his hand back.
"You little b***h," he snarled.
Before I could draw breath to scream, his hand cracked across my face.
The force of the slap threw me backward. My head slamm
