I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, but I tried to focus on controlling the vehicle. Whoever it was, they still held the knife at my throat.

I didn't dare move, and my fear kept growing.

I tried my best to stay calm. "Who sent you?"

My passenger let out a snort. "Cut the chit-chat. Just focus on driving."

Suddenly, I remembered Richard's words this morning.

But neither of us expected whomever it was to make a move so ...