Chapter Four
“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS.”
The words slip out before I can stop them, and my rescuer’s cold blue eyes cut to mine.
“About which part?”
“The p-part where you’re one of the bad guys!”I gesture wildly at the car interior, at the blood on my cardigan, at the girl still crying softly in the back seat. “Bad guys don’t rescue people! Bad guys don’t—”
“I was serious.”
Aargh.
I can’t believe this is happening.
But thisishappening, and yes, the girl and I were idiots to have gotten inside this car and for trusting the wrong person, but...it’s not too late, is it? We can still get out and run—
“Don’t.”
Like I’m going to listen to him now.
So I find the door handle and give it a try—
ARGH.
I scramble for the window controls, but nothing’s working. Everything’s locked, and that’s why—
“Don’t try to do anything stu—”
I lunge for the steering wheel.
I know it’s stupid and suicidal, but what’s there to lose?
The other girl screams as the car swerves violently, but all I can think of is escaping.
Trees blur past the windshield at a terrifying angle, and then we’re spinning, gravel spraying everywhere, and I’m thrown sideways as the car slams to a stop inches from a massive oak trunk.
Silence.
My ears are ringing.
My heart is somewhere in my throat.
And then—
He moves.
Fast.
Faster than I can process.
One second he’s in the driver’s seat, the next he’s on top of me, straddling me in my seat, his hand clamped over my mouth, his weight pinning me in place.
I can’t move.
