AMARIS POV
I tried to keep my nerves from unraveling, but with every shallow breath, my composure crumbled a little more. Wedged between two men clad in dark tactical gear, I sat stiffly in the backseat of a van, wrists bound by a nylon strap. They hadn’t bothered to restrain my feet or blindfold me an omission that sent a spike of unease slicing through me.
The tinted windows offered little visibility in the dead of night, but still... not covering my eyes meant one of two things: they either didn’t believe I could retrace our route, or they didn’t expect me to live long enough to try.
The only relief came from their carelessness. No one had frisked me. They’d confiscated my purse, sure, but none of them realized I’d hidden my phone elsewhere. It was tucked inside the inner pocket of
