Sabrina’s POV
The air inside the van reeked of gasoline and sweat. Sabrina’s wrists burned from the zip-ties that bound them, her body pressed against the cold metal floor as the vehicle sped down an unfamiliar road.
Her heart thundered against her ribs—panic clawing, screaming at her to fight—but she forced herself to breathe. Think, Sabrina. Don’t break.
The van jolted sharply, sending her crashing into the side. Pain seared through her shoulder. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, tasting blood instead of fear.
A shadow loomed. He sat across from her, eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction.
Andy Smith.
Her stomach twisted violently. His face was harder, more gaunt than before, with scars that hadn’t been there the last time she’d seen him. His smile, however, was the same—
