POV: Sophie
The rumble of the truck’s engine vibrated through the metal floor, a constant, grinding hum that filled the silence. The cold steel walls of the truck’s cargo area were unforgiving, and the small slit of moonlight filtering through the barred windows at the back did nothing to break the suffocating darkness inside.
I was alone. Trapped.
My hands were bound tightly behind my back, the ropes digging into my wrists, and my legs were cramped from being shoved into the small space. My heart was pounding in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears as panic clawed its way up my throat. I wanted to scream, to cry, to fight, but I couldn’t. It wouldn’t change anything.
They had me.
La Morte Nera had taken me.
My mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened. One minut
