Mara's POV

His grip was iron.

Before I could twist away, he hauled me up, my scream tearing loose as my body was thrown over his shoulder. My stomach slammed against his back, the air punched from my lungs.

“Let me go!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Let me go!”

He didn’t answer.

My fists pounded uselessly against him as he carried me past the phone booth, past the only chance I’d had. The stairs came too fast, my head jolting with every step as he climbed, unmoved by my struggle.

The door slammed open.

Then I was thrown.

My body hit the floor hard, pain exploding through my side....