Chapter 33

The insult hangs in the air like smoke, choking me.

Vance leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

"Sybil’s little pet," he murmurs. "Did she teach you to whimper too? Or was that instinct?"

His free hand yanks my wrist up between us, pressing my palm to his chest so I can feel his heartbeat—steady, unfazed.

Mine’s racing.

"Get in the car."

I don’t move fast enough.

I thought I'm strong enough to