She didn’t know where she found the courage to protest. Her voice had been shaky, her

words uncertain, but she had spoken. And somehow, to her shock, he had agreed. Not

before leaning forward, his piercing gaze locked onto the driver as he ordered the window

to be lowered.

His voice was low, a whisper that carried menace and finality.

“Any mark on her, and mine will be the last face you see.”

The driver, a man who looked like he’d seen the worst humanity had to offer, trembled. ...