Micah sat in the back of a black car, feeling conflicted. His fingers twitched toward the door, itching to swing it open and run for his life. Yet, he knew escape was impossible. First, what if the back door was locked? Wouldn't that be such an awkward moment? Showing Aidan he wanted to flee? The result would be Aidan's growing suspicion toward him. Then, assuming the door was unlocked, could he outrun Aidan, a healthy robust man, with his bruised beaten body?
Nope. He wasn't narcissistic enough to think he was better than anyone or foolish enough to gamble on something this uncertain.
And what would happen when Aidan caught him?
Micah shivered, recalling the novel.
Aidan was the type who thrived on the ecstasy of hunting his prey. Wasn't Darcy, the pitiful protagonist, the subject of his cruel pursuit?
