Cara's POV
I twisted hard, my free hand reaching for the knife I'd strapped to my thigh, but the grip on my wrist tightened like iron.
"Stop fighting, you i***t, unless you want them to catch you."
I looked up and froze, it was a woman, she sounded sharp and annoyed.
She was stunning in a way that seemed deliberate, like she'd weaponized her beauty and sharpened it into something dangerous. Dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders. She wore a simple black dress that looked pretty expensive, and her perfectly manicured nails dug into my wrist.
"Who…"
"Just move." She yanked me behind the SUV just as three guards burst into the garage. Seeing as she was helping me, she probably was on my side, or maybe not.
We pressed flat against the vehicle. I could hear my own heartbeat, could f
