Serena’s POV

I didn’t think when I yanked open the car door and threw myself inside. All I knew was survival. Escape. My voice cracked as I pleaded, “Please drive! Please help me!” My hands trembled, clutching my bag like my life depends on it. My mind is too lost to register who I was begging.

Then that voice - smooth, smug, and chillingly familiar - rang into my ears.

“Why should I help you?”

My blood froze.

Slowly, as if moving through circles, I turned my head.

The ...