She wasn’t supposed to wake up yet. Lucien saw her stirring in the rearview mirror—confused, panicked. Her wrists were tied. Her shoes were gone. The city was miles behind them. “Where… where am I?” she whispered. He didn’t bother looking back. “Quiet,” he said, voice cold and flat. She kept talking. Begging. Trembling. He didn’t care. “Y...Read more