The night dragged on as the car ate up the miles, Hannah slouched in the passenger seat, ropes biting into her wrists.
She gave directions casually, as if she wasn't tied down at all.
"So," Jace said, keeping his eyes on the road, "what can you tell me about your little group?"
Hannah tilted her head, her lips twitching into a smirk. "You think I'd just tell you that?"
"If you want to live, yes." His tone didn't waver.
She ignored the bite in his words and let her gaze wander to his hand on the wheel. "That ring of yours… I tried to take it off while you were out. Wouldn't budge. Can I see it for a minute?"
Jace turned his head slightly, just enough to look at her. "No."
"Bummer." Her smirk lingered, testing him.
Jace went silent, letting the hum of the tires and the low rumble of the engine fill the space. Finally, he added, "You'll see it only after you've told me about your group."
