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What the fuck?
Terror threaded through me, both from the darkness and not knowing where I was—but I forced it down, taking slow, deep breaths until my pulse didn’t feel like it was going to race away anymore.
I was in a car. The low hum that threaded through my insides and the bumps that sent me careening against the walls every so often confirmed that.
“I’m going to find out the truth no matter what, Delilah...and you’re going to help.”The words screeched through my mind…along with what happened. Finding Stellan in my room. The picture with the Demon looking out from the window behind us. Stellan’s face as he stuck me with a fucking needle.
I was going to kill him.
What the fuck was he doing?
I mean, I’d obviously known that Stellan and I had issues…but drugging me and locking me in a fucking trunk…
That was something I would do, not sweet Stellan. Cain lying paralyzed on the floor filled my head, and even in my current circumstances, a smile spread across my lips. Definitely something I would do.
My smile dropped when the car hit a pothole and my head smashed against the top of the trunk.
“Fuck!” I hissed as I rubbed the sore spot that was only going to make the headache I had, worse.
“Stellan, I’m going to fucking murder you!” I screamed, not sure if he could hear me, but willing to give it a try anyway. It better be Stellan up there. Ice clawed at my veins thinking about the possibility that I was trapped in a car with someone else—that Stellan had given me to someone.
I rolled to the side, seeing if I could hear the radio or someone talking. But all I could hear was the road, the occasional rock scraping across the bottom of the car. I sighed and laid back. My hands were free. That was a good sign, right? If he’d given me to someone, surely they would have tied my hands.
I mean, Stellan should have known to restrain me. Because as soon as he opened this trunk, I was going to knock him the fuck out.
My teeth ground against each other when the next hole the car hit sent my face smashing against the trunk roof. Pain ricocheted through my nose. I gingerly felt around it, breathing a sigh of relief when everything felt intact. I really would have to kill him if he’d broken my pretty nose. I’d paid a lot for it.
I tensed when the car began to slow down, and rolled as it turned left, unable to find anything to hold onto in time. Were we about to stop? Would he let me out?
Would he let me out? I hummed to myself. If he didn’t let me out, I was going to let myself out. Obviously.
But it would be better for him if he did it himself.
The car stopped and everything went quiet for a long moment.
Come on, asshole, I muttered, my head still aching. I heard the car door open and then slam shut and I waited a minute, expecting the trunk to be popped any second now.
Nothing.
When another minute passed and I still wasn’t being let out, I got tired of waiting.
Cursing how dark it was, I rolled towards the trunk latch and began to feel around blindly for the little trunk release lever that all cars had nowadays. People didn’t really think about it since they didn’t find themselves locked in trunks on many occasions, but the Demon had been all about preparation. I’d been locked in many a trunk growing up until it was second nature escaping them. I’m not sure that he was envisioning that I’d be trapped in a trunk by my ex-boyfriend, but his lessons were applicable nonetheless.
I did a corny fist pump when I finally found the latch and pulled on it hard until the hatch finally popped, letting in a burst of clean, cool air. I took some deep breaths, realizing how much fuel exhaust had been in the trunk with me.
Just another reason that Stellan needed to pay. Or at least be maimed and tortured a bit.
It was dark outside. Which meant hours had passed since Stellan had drugged me. Perfect. With all the kidnapping I’d been experiencing lately, there were a lot of chunks of my life being lost.
Unacceptable.
I pushed the trunk lid open a little wider and peeked through, trying to get a better look at my surroundings. Gas pump, bright lights. A store. We were at a gas station, but we were the only car in the parking lot from what I could see.
I slid out of the trunk, the world spinning around me a bit with the aftereffects of the drug affecting my equilibrium…and maybe the car fumes too. I bent over and took a few more deep breaths, working to clear my head.
Once I felt like I wasn’t going to either fall or throw up if I took a step, I straightened and studied my surroundings a bit more. Beyond the yellow light cast on the ancient-looking gas pumps, there was nothing but darkness and pines. We were definitely at a gas station, and we were definitely out in the middle of nowhere. Where was he taking me?
Cold anger slid through my veins once again and I shook my head, a thousand possibilities of how to punish Stellan filling my head. Peeking into the front seat, a glimmer of metal caught my attention. A long serrated knife had been thrown onto the floor of the car haphazardly.
