The first time I tried to escape from Brian, these people had attacked me and now, the moment I was out alone, they were there to take me and my daughter.
There was someone watching me—us. Someone was reporting all of my movements to this person, or else he wouldn’t have gotten word about us so fast. There was someone—and that was who I needed to find to begin to get answers.
“Uncle Nate!” Liah happily called when we arrived. The door opened, and Nate fished her out first. Their voices became distant as I realized it was just me and Brian left in the car.
We stared at each other. I couldn’t tell what emotion was going through his eyes or what he was thinking, but I knew whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
“Come with me.” He said, jaws clenched tightly, and I didn’t argue. I followed him i
