Chapter 65 Extraction
- The van reeked of gasoline and fear.
- Lily’s breath hitched against my chest, her small wrists raw and purpling where the zip ties had bitten in.
- Ghost lay across her lap, his muzzle split and bleeding, a low whine trapped in his throat. Adam gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing tethering him to this world, his eyes reflecting the rearview mirror’s fractured glass.