Chapter 111
- Lucia's POV
- I clutched the knife in my sleeve, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, as Kane shoved me into the back of the car. The leather seat was cold, sticking to my jeans, the ankle monitor biting into my skin.
- Mom’s journal was in his hand, its pages flapping as he waved it, his cold eyes glinting with a sick kind of glee. The car smelled like new leather and his cologne, sharp and suffocating.