Clement knew his fate was sealed the moment the van started moving.
The guards hadn't even bothered to blindfold them or throw a black hood over their heads to stop them from tracing the route, considering there was a little window at one of the heavy back doors.
It was the ultimate clear sign that wherever they were going, none of them would ever return to tell the tale.
There would be no escape.
He jerked slightly as the vehicle finally rumbled to a halt. They had been on the move for hours—more than four, he was certain, based on the deep ache in his tailbone.
He watched, limply, as Josephine and Sabrina calmly climbed out of the van without a single word of protest immediately the doors were thrown open.
Their shoulders were completely hunched, their spirits entirely broken. Seeing them like that, Clement felt the weight of failure press down on his chest all over again.
He had promised them security, and he had dragged them into hell.
