Katherine sat inside the black car, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The leather seat was buttery soft beneath her fingers, yet she couldn't feel an ounce of comfort. Her heart was beating a little faster than usual, a throb of unease making her skin prickle. What was she doing here?
She glanced at the tinted windows, watching the quiet suburban scenery blur by. Trees, gated homes, and trimmed hedges rolled past like scenery from a silent film. She was still reeling from the moment she'd agreed to come. Had she really said yes?
Well, not exactly. It wasn't as if she had a real choice. The way the man—Theor, he said his name was—looked at her, and the polite tone in his voice, made it clear she wasn't going to be left alone until she complied. She wasn't about to start a fight with a stranger dressed like he belonged in a government file.
