Bonnie sat up and twisted to look behind them. He’d just taken the first turn and pressed his foot back to the gas when they came out of nowhere—two cars, from streets on either side of them, perfectly timed.
Zane didn’t have time to do anything but place a hand on her chest.
“Watch out!”
The cars hit themhard.
Metal shattered. Glass burst around them, and he hit the deployed airbag hard before he jerked sideways.
His head snapped back once, twice. There was a flash of pain behind his eyes. The last thing he saw was Bonnie’s head crash against the side glass, then his world went black.
CHAPTER 29
Pain pulsed through Bonnie’s head, making her eyes squeeze tight. But it wasn’t just her head that hurt. It was her entire body. She felt bruised and battered, and a dull pulse throbbed at the base of her skull.
She was cold too. Not the kind that wrapped around her skin. This was deeper, like it was in her bones.
She tried to move—then froze. Were there ropes around her wrists?
Her breath caught, the furniture beneath her feeling impossibly hard.
She was tied to a wooden chair.
Panic hit her so quickly that she reacted on instinct, tugging at the ropes harder this time. The chair creaked, but there was no give.
“Bonnie.”
Her head shot up, the flash of pain in her skull making her wince. At first, everything was a blur. A blur of shadows and stillness and dark shapes merging together.
She scrunched her eyes before opening them. Then she did it again.
Slowly, Zane came into focus.
He had a bruise on his left temple and a cut on his cheek and chin. But that wasn’t the worst thing about this—he sat on a chair opposite her, arms behind his back.
He was bound too.
And suddenly, it all came back to her. The tail. The screeching tires. The deafening sound of metal hitting metal.
“Zane…” she whispered, a deep tremble in her voice, one that could only exist with fear.
“I’m here, Bon.”
The deep gravel of his tone dragged her gaze back to his. “Are you okay?”
“As far as I can tell, I’m not injured.”
But he wasn’t okay. And neither was she. They were tied up. Stuck. Trapped.
“Where are we?” She studied the room. There were no windows, just concrete walls and a staircase to her right that led up.
“I assume a basement.” There was an edge to his voice. Like he was trying to dull the fury…protect her from it. But he couldn’t quite do it. “I have no idea where, though.”
“Have you seen Monty?” She wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to say yes or no.
He shook his head, the veins popping on his neck. “The asshole hasn’t shown his face yet. He will.”
Fear prickled across her skin. At what Monty had planned for them. At the way they were blind to everything that was coming.
