Felicia was handcuffed before being dragged to Nickleby’s garage. She was silent, her mind recreating the horrible moment of Sebastian getting killed over and over again.
“What, no smart comments now that your little boyfriend is dead?” Nickleby taunted her as she was put into the trunk of his car, a black Mercedes-Benz.
“He wasn’t my boyfriend.” Felicia’s voice was meek and frail, she no longer had a fire to her, her stubbornness. It was what had gotten Sebastian killed and now it was what would lead to her death as well.