Aria
I twist out of his grip and drive my elbow into his ribs, hard enough to hear breath leave his body in a sharp, startled sound. My foot connects with his knee before he can recover. He goes down swearing.
The second one lunges.
I kick him square in the chest and he stumbles back, surprise flashing across his face. He wasn’t expecting resistance. They never do when they think they’ve planned enough.
I don’t scream.
I don’t hesitate.
I run.
Not away—through.
The first man recovers faster than I want him to. He tackles me low, momentum carrying us into the side of the van. Pain sparks through my shoulder. I bite down on it and drive my knee up, connecting with something soft. He grunts, loosening his hold just enough for me to twist.
The second man is back on me immediately. Str
