Amara heard the car door slam shut as the car stopped it's engine, presumably Sam who was now walking around the car and to the boot of it where she was sequestered. She thumped on the roof, cursing as her skin continued to burn and blister around her wrists from the silver shackles. The trunk of the car opened with a large creak and she blinked as sunlight poured down on her face, the man with Sam, pointing a gun directly at her.
"Climb out nice and slowly" Sam said grimly and she slowly sat up and awkwardly swung her leg over, jumping out and wincing as her eyes tried to adjust to the bright light after having spent so long staring into darkness.
Amara peered around in interest. They had stopped in the driveway of a large mansion and Sam began to lead the way, looking over his should
