No, no, no, she doesn't want to go back, why should she return to that hellish place? This bastard, this lunatic, she had barely survived, why would she go back to be killed by him again?!
Iris Harris felt her rational thoughts crumble in her mind, an endless wave of fear came rushing in, and she screamed, "Brandan Hyde, let me go!"
She bent her head down and bit Brandan's hand, he grimaced in pain but stubbornly held onto her, refusing to release his grip until he dragged her out of the waiting hall and shoved her into the sports car.
Once Iris was inside the car, she quickly turned to open the other door. She struggled a few times, realizing it wouldn't open, then broke down, hugging her knees and sobbing.
When she cried, she didn't make a sound, only her frail shoulders trembling constantly. Brandan sat in the driver's seat, momentarily bewildered. He didn't drive, just sat there staring at the bustling street, and inside the car, an intense silence settled.
