Page 82 of Turn the Tide
Glasses nodded to Ash, tossed the flare to the side, and grabbed her arm.
Panic clogged Logan’s throat. Panic and guilt. She was doing this to spare him from the agony of being burned again.
“Ash can take torture,” Knox said. “I prepped her to handle it. The only thing that’ll make her break is you. If they have you, they’ll get the drive. Without you, they’ll get nothing.”
Nothing? Those men might not get the drive, but they’d take Ashley’s pain. They’d make her bleed. They’d get her suffering. That wasn’t nothing.
“Don’t make me shoot you, Logan.” Knox put his finger on the trigger.
The movement was tiny, but it meant he was serious. If Logan tried to get out of the car, Knox would put a bullet in him.
Glasses ushered Ashley inside the van, climbed in, gave a two-finger salute, and slid the door shut. The black van wheeled around and tore off down the road. The other van behind them sped away.
And the grim reality hit Logan like shrapnel.
He pounded his fists on the dashboard, screaming and raging so hard he wanted to burst out of his skin.
