Chapter 235

Before I can even process what’s happening, Zeke moves in front of me, stepping forward with both hands raised and putting his entire body between me and the gun still pointed at my head.

“Easy,” he says steadily. “Easy. We’re not armed. Nobody needs to do anything stupid here.”

“On your knees,” one of the men barks. “Both of you. Now.”

I go down quickly and rough hands find my shoulders, patting down my jacket, my pockets, pulling my phone free before I can even think to fight it. Someone yanks my wrists behind my back and I feel coarse rope biting into my skin within seconds.

“Please,” I start, some instinct kicking in that thinks maybe talking helps, maybe reasoning with armed men in an abandoned warehouse is a strategy that’s ever worked for anyone in the history of strategies. “Please just let us go. I promise we won’t–”

“Shut the fuck up!” the man snaps, and then something dark and cloth like drops over my eyes, cinched tight enough that even