Elena's P.O.V
The rain made everything blur. Streetlights bled into gold smears, car headlights into white streaks. My clothes clung to my skin like I’d been shrink-wrapped, and the folder in my arms sagged from the water soaking through.
"You can drop me off here."
Silence.
"Mr. Valiente, I'd like to get down now."
He didn’t pay me any attention. Instead, his blue eyes looked me over like I was a snack.
I knew in that moment that he wasn't letting me go.
I risked a glance at the car door beside me. The handle was only inches away, looking more and more inviting by the second. My fingers itched. Would I make it? Could I leap out without him noticing?
Sure, Elena. Leap out of a moving car. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Oh right—instant death or worse
