Chapter 82 Only The Begining

• Zinnia
• I felt the van move before I processed anything else. The tires crunched gravel, then asphalt, and the city lights blurred past the windows. My wrists still throbbed where the chains had cut into my skin. My body ached, but my mind refused to stop spinning.
• Reed’s hand held mine tight. His warmth anchored me. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, adrenaline still thrumming through every vein. I didn’t let go. Not yet. Not until the danger eased, even a fraction.