I went rigid with humiliation and fury, but I stopped fighting because fighting was burning energy I was already running low on.

He dropped me into the back seat of a black car, and the door slammed shut. He got in beside me without a word, not even glancing in my direction.

“Drive,” he commanded.

The car moved.

I pressed myself against the far door and tried to think. Tried to find some angle, some option, some thread of a plan, but there was nothing. Every door in my mind was shut. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

He sat with his eyes closed, his head...