Chapter 45

The Prey

I was squirming, fidgeting, doing everything in my power not to open the door and jump out of the car. The urge to flee was overwhelming like a primal instinct screaming at me to escape while I still could. But I couldn’t.

Kyle was driving and I sneaked a glance at his knuckles, white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched in barely contained anger. He was pissed—pissed as hell—because I’d made him wait an extra ten minutes. And now he was taking it out on the road driving the car with reckless speed.

I hated it. Hated how I was obeying Judas, how I was letting fear dictate my every move. But what choice did I have?

I wanted to ask Kyle about Judas’s mood, wanted to know if there was even the slightest chance I could beg for mercy, plead on my knees for him to spare me. But the words stuck in my throat, tangled with fear and dread. I couldn’t ask. Not with Kyle like this, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Yabe he’d himself p