Page 70 of Shielding Aubree

Aubree wanted to scream.

She wanted to kick.

She wanted to bite.

She wanted to do anything she could to get free, but she was at a disadvantage.

She was in the trunk of what appeared to be a New Mexico Police Cruiser.

But she knew it wasn't.

Her memories were flooding back so quickly she felt like she was sinking under the surface of water and that was kind of an apt description given that she couldn't swim.

The trunk latch clicked and released, and she laid there in the trunk, as still as she could.

When the trunk lifted up, she heard the rusty squeak of metal just above her head.

She listened as carefully as she could while keeping her expression blank and unmoving.

Still meant that she wasn't drawing unnecessary attention to herself.

Inwardly, she smiled like a loon.

Unnecessary.

He'd fucking kidnapped her.

She did what she did because she wanted more than just survival.

She wanted enough information to hang him out to dry.

To put him in jail.

Throw away the damn key.

"You don't have to pretend to sleep."

She heard the smile in his voice.

"It'll be much more fun if you're awake."

He was taunting her.

And enjoying it.

"And I think I want to have some fun."

She wanted to have fun, too.

But her fun meant that he'd be in cuffs in the back of a police cruiser.

"I said to stop pretending!"

Pain knifed through her side as he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her upright.

She fought back the pain enough that she didn't call out.

Still, she couldn't seem to hide the wince of pain at the sudden movement.

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