My throat tightened, a sharp pulse of dread spreading through me. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.
"No you don't! Turn around," I snapped, leaning forward and tapping his shoulder.
He didn't respond. Didn't even flinch. His hands stayed steady on the wheel as the car glided into a narrow, dimly lit lane that is too quiet and too empty for this hour. Now I have a really bad feeling about this.
"Hey!" I snapped, louder this time, tapping his shoulder harder. "Where are you taking me? Stop the damn car! Let me out!"
He didn't look at me. Didn't flinch. His eyes stayed locked on the road ahead, unblinking, jaw clenched tight. In the rearview mirror, his reflection stared back at me and not the face of a driver, but of someone used to control. Someone who expected to be obeyed without q
