Noah sat frozen in the back seat of the cab, his body trembling with a fear so primal and cold that it felt as though his very blood had turned to ice.
His heart was hammering against his ribs with a frantic, uneven rhythm, a desperate drumbeat of panic that made it difficult to draw a full breath.
Despite the terror screaming through his mind, Noah clutched at the remnants of his dignity. He refused to let Kai see him crumble. He forced his voice to remain steady, though it lacked its usual warmth.
"Kai, what do you think you are doing?" Noah demanded, staring at the back of the man's head. "You need to pull this car over and let me go this instant."
