“Who are you?” I said quickly again, my voice rising in sharp desperation as panic surged through me.

The car roared to life with a loud growl. Tires screeched against the pavement. He neither answered nor turned to look at me.

I panicked. Truly panicked.

I leaned forward, my heartbeat slamming violently against my ribs.

“WHO ARE YOU?!” I screamed, my hands flying to clutch the headrest in front of me as terror clawed at my chest.

The man turned just slightly—barely enough for me to catch a glimpse of his face.

It was cold. Cold in a way I had never seen before. An expression that made my bones...