Chapter 111
Candy slumped in the trunk of Ethan's car, doing the only thing a dignified, highly annoyed captive could do: Roll her eyes so hard she nearly sprained them. Honestly, the sheer amateurism of the whole ordeal was an insult to her very existence.
“This is just pathetic,” she muttered to the spare tire. Ethan knew less about proper kidnapping techniques than a goldfish knew about astrophysics. He hadn't even bothered with the classics—no chloroform-soaked rag for dramatic unconsciousness. Nothing paralytic, nothing subtle, nothing interesting. He just... grabbed her. Like a discounted item off a clearance shelf. Then, a quick flash of an athame (a nice one, admittedly, but still) and a gruff order to “Get in the trunk.”
The complete lack of effort was wearing her down. If you'
