The ringing starts somewhere deep behind Ivy's eyes, a familiar pull tugging at the edge of her mind, and she grunts, trying to lift a hand to rub her eyes clear.Her hands won't move.She blinks hard, or tries to, and realizes with a rising panic that her eyelashes are stuck together, something taped tight over her eyes, the darkness unbearable. Her wrists are bound in front of her, some kind of tie cutting into her skin, and her ankles feel the same, pinned together at the joint.She wriggles upright as much as the restraints allow, jaw clenched."You have no idea what you've just done," she says, voice rough. "The police will find you. Don't mess with the wrong person."A familiar laugh answers her from the front, the low hum of an engine beneath them."The police," Marcus says. "That's cute."Ivy's blood runs cold. "Marcus.""You broke my heart, Ivy," he says, voice climbing, tight with unstable rage. "You have any idea what it has been like without you? I can't watch you build a
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