The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

India's POV.

I look over to see he has left the cupboard and is running across the field.

'Smart move, Jacob. Tie him up,' the leader orders and then turns back to me.

'And take this one, too. She's a stubborn little bitch.'

He smirks and I flinch as someone ties my hands tightly behind my back.

That's the second time in two days I've been called a bitch. I'm not happy about it.

I kick and yell as I'm dragged towards a black van and thrown in the back. Seconds later, Jake lands next to me with a grunt. I look at the teachers staring back in horror as the van doors close.

The engine rumbles to life and we drive away.

The road is bumpy and the two of us roll about, unable to stabilize ourselves because our hands are tied.

'Are you okay' I ask Jake in a hushed whisper, he nods silently.

We don't say anything else as we are driven to our destination.

I'd estimate about an hour later, the van finally judders to a stop and the back doors are swung open. An intimidating woman and creepy—looking guy drag us out by our ankles. I kick and try to dislodge myself from their grip until we are out of the van. That's when I see what us is around.

Nothing but endless forest, and in front of us, the most nondescript, run—down building.

It seems pointless to try and escape, so I remain still as they put us on our feet and guide us by our forearms inside. Within the building, it is less run—down, the walls are exposed brick, and the floor is concrete.

We are led down a corridor and a set of metal stairs, to a row of holding cells. I'm pushed inside one. I turn to see the gate close, and Jake is thrown into the cell opposite me.

We're left alone.

I lean back against the wall and try to rub my rope ties against the jagged brick. Within a few minutes, I've broken through the rope, and I stretch my wrists out. I get to my feet and walk over to the gate. Placing my hands on the bars, I try to look down the corridor, but the angle is too tight.

Jake watches me silently, but then starts to work through his ties too.

'Are you alright, Jake' I ask, knowing it's a stupid question, but I want to know he's not hurt.

He bristles slightly, obviously not used to me being caring.

'Yeah, I'm fine,' he snaps and walks over to the bars on his gate.

'How are we going to get out of here' I wonder aloud, looking around.

'Dad will come for us,' Jake says with confidence and I force a smile.

I'm not sure how his dad is going to know we're here, but I don't want to scare him.

We both jump as the sound of a door opening travels down the corridor, a few moments later, a soldier appears with a vicious sneer on his face. He has black, cropped hair. Every visible part of him, except his face, is covered in tattoos.

'Lunch,' he announces and pushes a tray through a gap in the bars to Jake, and then another one to me.

Surprisingly, the food looks alright. A glass of water and a sandwich. I don't even consider there might be poison in it and eagerly eat my lunch. Jake does the same and we both sit down, facing each other in our opposite cells.

It's silent for a while, and I try to think of something to say. I need to distract him from this awful situation.

'Why do you hate my classes so much' I ask Jake and he stares at me for a moment before shrugging.

'Dunno, they're boring,' he comments, and I snort.

'They are not boring! I try really hard to make them interesting,' I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

Teenagers.

'Science is boring, I don't need it to be an Alpha,' he defends, and I raise an eyebrow at him.

'Actually, you might. You need to have chemistry and physics skills to use weapons like bombs and explosives, it is always good to learn stuff you might not need,' I try to explain, 'you should learn things because you want to expand your knowledge, not because you think you need it.