"P-please, whatever you're planning-"

"Quiet," Ben said simply and he looked at Sasha who was trying to discretely text on her phone. "Throw the phone out of the window!" Ben called and waved his gun. "Or I'll kill you."

Sasha froze. Ben aimed the gun.

"Stop it!" Brooke yelled and lurched forward. "She's got nothing to do with any of this!"

"Behave," the guy holding Brooke snapped and tightened his grasp. Brooke had cut her neck and a trickle of blood was sliding down her neck.

"Don't make me ask again," Ben called and Sasha quickly threw her phone out of the window.

"How are you alive?" Brooke asked. "You're...