Page 16 of Dark Wolf Soul
This was supposed to be a simple snatch-and-grab mission, and instead, I’m all twisted up about what my prisoner thinks of me.
Fuck.
It shouldn’t matter.
But it does.
And it’s about to get a whole lot worse. For both of us.
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LEXI
Thanks to whatever drug I’ve been injected with and the duct tape strapping me to the seat, my mouth is the only thing that still functions, so, as we drive, I use it.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” I demand, pretending fear isn’t gnawing a hole in my insides.
No answer. Not even a flick of a glance in my direction.
“What are you going to do with me?”
Still nothing.
My temper flares. “You won’t get away with this.”
The asshole doesn’t so much as sniff in my direction, and I have to fight the urge to scream. His silence is impressive—or it would be if it weren’t infuriating.
The longer we drive, the more nervous I become. He wasn’t wrong. All the signs we pass are for places in Indigo Hills, a town I’ve only ever heard to stay out of. According to the rumors in Lakeland, it’s run by the mafia, which I used to think was just a hilarious thing to say at parties. What kind of mafia hid out in the mountains of North Carolina? But Violet’s brother once took a loan from a guy from Indigo Hills. When he failed to pay it back, he vanished, and no one ever found him.
That’s all I know, and it’s more than enough to keep me far away from its borders until now. A single girl with no support or protection is a prime target for assholes—as evidenced by my current predicament.
By the time we finally reach the city, dawn has broken, sending innocent pink streaks across the softening blue sky.
The sun is just beginning to rise behind us, though I can’t quite twist that far around to see it.
“What’s in Indigo Hills?”
Still nothing.
I huff.
“Can you at least tell me your name?”
More silence.
“For fuck’s sake, you already know mine. And what harm will it do when you have me duct taped to a car seat?”
His eyes flick to mine in the rearview. “Grey.”
The fact that he answered startles me, but I shove past it quickly, hoping for more.
“Grey what?”
He shakes his head and averts his dark gaze back to the road.
The barren highway gives way to a few houses and businesses. Then, minutes later, we’re swallowed up by a huge city. I stare out the windows, taken aback by the teeming metropolis.
“What is this place?” I ask, gaping at the urban landscape.
