Ivan’s POV

The car was already moving down the road. Bertha stared straight at me with a dazed gaze. My guard was up because I knew she had not given up yet. I was curious, wondering what she would do next.

Her gaze fell on the tape in my hand. The tearing sound echoed in the car as I used my teeth to open the duct tape. Even in this state, she could sense danger.

She swallowed, her blue eyes flickering between fear and something else which I knew too well. It was that damn look she had in ...