Zara’s POV

The air felt weighty as I stepped into Zane’s white Mercedes-Benz. I could almost choke at the reality that I was back in the car he used to abduct me three years ago. Yet he used this car to pick me up for our date like nothing horrifying happened to me here.

“Are you okay?” Zane looked at me, noticing my discomfort.

I wanted to scream my lungs out about how I obviously couldn’t be comfortable with him or in his stupid car. I sucked in a deep breath, steadying myself and ...