People pushed past harshly, with no regard for her or the man. Kara looked around for a sign of anything she knew. Nothing was familiar. She bit her lip, fighting tears as fear flooded through her. “Sila, come on,” the man ordered. He took her hand and began to pull her into the crowd. “No.” Kara struggled to free her hand, but he held her tight. It was too much, seeing Dylan, being magically whisked away to who knew where. She felt like a pinball getting bounced around with no control. Kara dug in her heels. “Who are you?” she asked and leaned back, refusing to let him pull her further. He stopped and let go, Kara almost fell back. He turned to her with hurt and surprise in his eyes. “Sila?” he asked. “You don’t remember me?” “Obviously not,” Kara said. She knew it was harsh, but she’d been getting pulled around blindly since she woke up in that damn pit. She wanted answers. “Who are you, and where are you taking me?” “I’m Baron.” He took a step forward and frowned.
