Her fingers reached for the door handle, instinct driving her forward. She had to go to him. She had to—

The car lurched forward.

“Stop the car!” she shouted, twisting in her seat.

The driver didn’t respond. His orders were clear—deliver her to Martin.

Jasmine whipped around, craning her neck to watch Nathan grow smaller in the distance. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she yanked at the door handle.

Locked.

“Nathan!” she screamed, but the city’s noise swallowed her ...