Page 74 of Conceal (Eagle Tactical 3)

Another door slam.

Within seconds, the car roared to life. He hit the gas, tearing away from the house.

Where was he taking me?

Would I ever see my friends again? What about my home? I had nothing with me. My purse was abandoned on the floor in Ariella’s house, and my cell phone trashed hours earlier.

I needed help, and I didn’t have the slightest clue what he wanted with me.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice tentative and afraid.

“Shut up!”