Either way, if he tries anything—or attempts to call anyone—I’m ready.
The driver starts the car, and the van begins moving, heading north on the dirt road. After a few minutes, the man puts on some music and starts humming along under his breath. I smile at him and move my hand off the knife handle.
I made it.
I escaped.
Now I can warn Obenko and save my brother.
“Goodbye, Lucas,” I whisper soundlessly as the van bumps along the unpaved road, carrying me away from my captor.
Carrying me away from the man I love.
THE END