Ella POV
The trunk slammed shut, and it felt like my heart stopped beating.
I didn’t know how long I lay there, pain-shocked, trying to register what had happened. One second, I was storming off in a huff; the next, I was being kidnapped.
I could hear James yelling my name, but not in a panicked way. That meant he hadn’t witnessed it—he was just trying to figure out where I had run off to. He had no idea.
I opened my mouth to call out to him, then the engine roared to life and my voice was drown out. Then the car started moving.
I took several deep breaths, forcing myself to stay calm. I wasn’t a fool—I had been through this before and survived. As sick as I felt about the situation, I wasn’t completely panicked.
But I did feel like an absolute i***t.
I should have
