I shook my head and groaned when it hurt. Everything hurt, including my failing heart and every emotion that rose into my chest. “You don’t dictate to me. I’ll do what I want. Fuck you. And how did you get me back here when there were no trains?”
Ezrah towered over me, consuming the entire room. “You’re not taking this seriously, Adina.” He bent down so we were face to face, and his warm breath graced my skin. “You are not going anywhere. Try to run, and we will hunt you down and string you up just like your daddy. Try me, Boleyn. Try me.”
“So, you did kill him then,” I hit back, making him flinch, and he stood up, looking his nose down at me.
“Try me, Boleyn. Try and run and see how far you get,” he warned me. “Nothing but mountains and trees around here. Try to run, you’ll die of hypothermia, or some predator will get ya. Try it. We have you tracked anyway, so if you did run, we’ll chase you down and do what we want with you.”
He walked towards the door as Lev followed, “Sleep,” Lev suggested, then pointed to the sandwich on the table with the open can of Coke. “Eat. Whatever. We’ll be back soon.”
“Hopefully not,” I mumbled as they shut the door, as it occurred to me why they brought me back.
The guy on the train. They didn’t want me to squeal on Ezrah. He probably killed him, too, just like my dad.
