James's Pov

I got to the garage where they instructed me to wait. Looking around for any clue as to where they might be holding Zara, somehow I knew it wasn't here. Of course not, I concluded, they weren't stupid enough to leave us their actual location.

I stood on my toes, searching for something, anything that told me I was at the right place.

The answer I was got a hand wrapping around my neck and something soft clasping on my mouth, muffling my objections. It was a handkerchief. Someone was holding a handkerchief to my mouth and nose. There was something in it because I was being dragged...