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She’d mellowed out. It felt as though the scare from the withdrawals had shaken her. I could feel a little of her old self, but something darker was rising within her. Something that I had no doubt would change who I was on a fundamental level.
I shifted and immediately grunted at the restriction in my hands. Metal dug into my skin as I twisted my wrists to get free.
Panic began to build within me. I couldn’t go in there half-cocked. I couldn't let whoever it was that had taken me get me to Azazel before I had a plan.
It all dawned on me so suddenly that I froze. To get to me, they’d had to have gone through Johnny.
“Where the fuck is Johnny?!” I yelled.
Oh, God.Oh, God. What if they’d hurt him? Or worse, what if they’dkilled himto get to me?
I yanked on the cuffs. “What did you do to him?!”
I jerked forward, my face slamming into the headrest as I tried to shimmy myself into a position to kick whoever was driving.
“If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.”
And Imeantit. It was a promise. My wolf would gladly rip this person limb from limb for hurting Johnny. When no answer to my questions came, and they didn't react to my threat, I lifted one foot and slammed it into the opposite door.
“Get me the fuck out of here!”
I slammed my booted foot into the door until the car swerved. The driver hissed when they momentarily lost control of the wheel.
“I’ll kill us both!” I declared, slamming my foot higher, into the glass. I could escape if I broke the glass and garnered someone’s attention. Of course, there was the fact that I would have to stick my limb through the open window, but still.
The glass wasn’t ordinary glass, as I quickly learned, and my kidnapper was a skilled driver, trying to thwart my plans bydriving like a fucking maniac. I managed to get one good kick in when we slowed down at what might be a red light, causing the glass to creak.
The driver must have decided the red light would cost less to deal with than an unwilling, handcuffed woman being found in their backseat, because they took off again to the sound of honking horns and screeching tires.
“You motherfucker,” I groaned. “You could’ve caused an accident!”
No response. I growled, my frustration mounting. If I was being betrayed, I wanted to know by who.
It took some maneuvering to get my head between the front seats and then get my hands angled just right so I could grab what was on my head.
I grunted as one of my wrists protested.
“Stop that!”
I froze. Even my wolf froze as the voice registered in my head. I yanked the cloth—a pillow case, I noted—off my head and whipped my head towards the driver’s seat.
Johnny sat behind the wheel, his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
Pain lanced through me like I’d been dealt a physical blow. My wolf growled, lowering her head and raising her hackles.
I almost tried to convince myself that I was still hallucinating, but when he turned and glanced at me quickly before turning back to the road, the guilt I saw in his gaze shook me from my frozen state.
“No,” I breathed. “No, you didn’t, Johnny.”
“Johnathan or Hart to you,” he answered robotically.
“What the fuck?”
“How are you feeling? Your senses are coming back to you, and so is your strength,” he observed. His voice had lost the welcoming warmth I’d grown used to; instead, he sounded cold,distant. Like we were strangers, and I hadn’t puked all over his hedges possibly hours ago. “Any lingering aches and pains?”
“How could you do this to Sariel?” I blurted. “How could you betray your best friend?”
Something flashed in his gaze before he regarded me with a blank stare. “I’ll take your incessant chattering to mean no, you’re not feeling any aches or pains.”
