Wrong Place Wrong Time Synopsis Novels & Stories

He looked again at The Wrong Bride and understood that the trade had been in front of him the entire time. --- Sloan's Pov The medical transport van moved through the dark in steady curves. My wrists were zip-tied and a sedative patch on my neck made the edges of the world soft, but I fought the drift. I counted every turn—left, right, long straight, left again—and gave each one a color so the sequence would stay in my mind. By the time the van slowed I had a rough map of the route to my own prison.