Rain.
I’m pinned against the leather seat, recalling in brief flashes the first time he had shoved me into his car and tied me up. This time I guess I should be glad it’s just the seatbelt and he isn’t trying to f**k me.
"Let me out!" I finally find the strength to throw my entire body weight against the door, clawing at the handle, but it’s locked shut. "Rhysand, stop this car! You’re kidnapping me! Open the door right now!"
He doesn’t even look at me. His hands are clamped onto the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his face cold and expressionless.
"We tried doing it your way, Rain," he says, his voice calm. "Turns out I hate the silence and the distance. So now, we’re doing it my way.”
"And your way involves breaking into my friend's house? Throwing me over your shoulder like pr
