Chapter 60

Ariadne tries her hardest to keep calm. It’s not good for her or the baby.

But then the nausea hits. It could be the car, the smell of ink wafting from Harry’s glands, or the walls closing in.

Yeah, it’s the last thing.

It’s claustrophobia, and it is setting in, fast and heavy.

Ariadne’s afraid suddenly, of small enclosed spaces, like the cage, like before, when the bars pressed pockets into her skin.

She’d thought she’d gotten over it. But here it is again at the most inopportune moment.

They’re speeding down the highway, and the only way out is a quick death by a tire. She almost wants to-.

But her life is not her own anymore.

“One,” Ariadne counts before taking a breath, “Two-”

“Did Arthur teach you that?” Harry interrupts.

He did.

“You are disgusting,” Ariadne spits.

The wolf inside grapples with the d