Thank goodness. Maren’s teeth were chattering and she was dragging her feet from the sound of it. She needed to get warm before hypothermia set in. I hadn’t dared look back in case that bastard hit her for me disobeying. At least Maren would be out of the cold here in a second, and I could hopefully get a better assessment of the situation. “Bane, wait outside the passenger door. Maren’s driving. If you try anything … I’ll kill her.” Fucking asshole. I nodded my understanding and did as asked. For the first time since we’d started walking, I got a glimpse of Maren through the windows. She was freezing as she shivered and looked exhausted. Our eyes met briefly and I saw fear in them. She got in the car, defeated. Eric got in the backseat and put the gun to the back of Maren’s head. She squeezed her eyes tight and a tear seeped out. I balled up my fists as I got my anger under control. Nobody touched her like that. My angel tried to be strong, but this would be hard for anyone who hadn’t been conditioned.
