Chapter 207: Wait!
Misty’s head knocked softly against the reinforced glass as the transport jolted forward, the cuffs biting into her wrists with every movement. Her pale blue eyes, once bright, looked hollow now, framed by lashes bare of mascara, skin sallow under the harsh fluorescent strip above her.
Her hair, a once‑perfect crown of platinum, had grown out in uneven layers, dull at the roots, the ends tinged yellow where the treatments had failed. Strands clung to her cheek, limp and unwashed, swaying with every turn the car took.
Outside the window, the military‑grade convoy moved in precise formation. Four guards, rifles slung, their armored vests catching the noon light as they flanked the car. Two more ahead on motorbikes, scanning the road. Misty watched them through the tinted glass, her breath shallow, her body stiff with restrained fury.
She wanted to scream at them, at the world, at herself, anything to break the silence that wrapped around her like a choke chain. But she didn’t, not yet; she had to see what Caelan had planned.
The road bent, and the convoy slowed. The hum of engines faded one by one until, with a low metallic click, the car’s locks engaged.
Misty blinked, leaning forward slightly, scanning the edges of the tinted windows.
The escort ahead... gone.
The ones behind... gone.
The motorbikes... silent.
Her breath quickened. The armed guards who’d pulled her out of Blackridge like she was some high‑value prisoner. ’Where are they?’