But I take a step toward Harry anyway, lifting my chin even though my knees tremble.
Because I brought this danger here.
Because Shay is safe and loved and deserves the life she has.
Because I promised myself I wouldn’t run just to save myself anymore.
“I’m ready,” I say.
Harry grips my arm with cold, cruel fingers and shoves me into the passenger seat of his SUV. The door slams shut behind me, echoing like a jail cell closing.
The tires spin through the snow. The barn disappears.
And all I can hear is Wyatt’s voice:You’re safe here.
Not anymore.
Chapter 17
Sadie
Harry keeps the gun trained on me while driving like he’s late for a villain convention—sharp turns, tires fishtailing, windshield wipers screeching against the heavy snow.
The world outside is swallowed in white, but the feeling in my body is familiar.
Being taken.
Being powerless.
Being prey.
Except… I’m not the same girl I was when I ran.
Wyatt changed me. He saw me.
And every mile Harry drives feels like a countdown to the moment I either escape or die trying.
We leave paved roads within minutes. Snow crunches under the tires as we turn down an unmarked forestry track. No houses. No lights. Just trees and storm.
A perfect place to disappear.
My pulse thunders.
“I’m sorry,” Harry says suddenly, eyes on the road.
I blink. “For kidnapping me?”
“For dragging you back into this. For her.” His grip tightens on the wheel.
Anger sparks through me, sharp and alive. “You hunted me across three states.”
“I had orders.”
“And moral boundaries are… what? Optional?”
He doesn’t answer. Pulls out his phone and sends a text, no doubt letting Clarissa know he has me.
The SUV crests a rise. A cabin appears. It’s larger than Wyatt’s, built of dark timber, its windows glowing through the storm. Not a home. A hideout.
