Chapter 38

[Cordelia]

I bite down on the attacker’s hand but their fingers are protected by thick, leather gloves. There is nobody else around as they drag me towards the parking lot. Everyone is still inside making last-minute deals.

Arching my back, I try to slam my head into his face, but he is too quick, too professional. He dodges every blow. I shift the weight in my body downward like I was taught to do in self-defense classes. It slows him for a moment, but not nearly long enough for anyone to see me being dragged towards a large, unmarked, white, van.

“No!” I try to shout but my cries are muffled.

As the van door opens behind us and another man, this one wearing a mask hiding all of his features, grabs my feet, I realize this might be my last memory.

Because wherever these men are taking me, I do not think they are going to let me leave alive.

I stop fighting. There is no point. These men are going to kidnap me and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

The sound of air moving quic