Helen POV
We sleep in the car for most of the trip, driving until we will inevitably run out of gas. We have nothing left from our lost luggage and the missing trinket of my necklace and rings still brings tears to my eyes.
I stroke my neck, starving and exhausted.
“Maybe you were right,” I said, speaking to the stars that fly over our heads. “At least with Juden at Lone Wolf Estate, we had a shower and warm meals.” I toyed with my torn jacket, the only clothing I had at this point. “And clothes sufficient for the cold wind.”
The car Justin hijacked was topless and the chilly air had done little to calm my unsettled nerves.
I wept into my palms, starving, thirsty and full of anger.
“Hey now,” Justin purred, pulling the car over to the side of the wooded road. He came around to open m
