I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

drop of power, eager to watch me suffer.

“Here we go,” Justin whispered.

At the far end of the lobby, the heavy, frosted glass double doors swung open violently.

Three men stepped through the frame.

Two of them were massive, wearing the dark, tactical-style blazers that served as security uniforms for the resort. They looked tense, their eyes scanning continue reading …