She placed a foot in the centre of my chest and pushed, forcing me down into my seat. My brows shot up in surprise, but I didn’t fight her. “You sent your brother to let me go.” She said it with an accusatory glint in her eyes, her voice taking on a threatening tone. “I did. Because if I did it myself, I wouldn’t have let you get in the car.” “Really? Why’s that?” “You know why.” “Tell me anyway.”
