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“What’s that got to do with anything?”
We were driving deeper into the woods. But I didn’t know which woods.How long was I out?Hopefully not too long.
“Will you let me have a pass at her after you’re done with her?” the passenger asked. His leer showed off his stained teeth.
Bile rose in my throat, and my hands trembled. How long would it take before Nathan realized I was missing?
I prayed.Sorry God, I know I’ve been asking for a lot lately, and you already came through with the whole not-pregnant thing but if you could do me one more favor, I’d really like for Nathan to find me sooner rather than later because these guys scare me.
“Sure. I think Nathan would enjoy seeing that,” the driver answered.
My stomach dropped out.
My lungs stopped working.
My bladder threatened to let loose.
Digging deep, I found some courage. “What makes you think he cares about me?”
“Don’t play dumb, Ashley. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”
When? How?
“It was you.”
“What was me?”
My voice only shook a little when I asked, “Who’s playing dumb now?”
His smirk turned to a thin flat line, and his nostrils flared.
“The black roses, the fake blood on the floor.” I couldn’t bring myself to bring up the black fur. “Why?”
“Why not? I’m especially proud of the stuffed black cat idea.” He chuckled.
He’s proud?“You’re sick,” I said. This time my voice shook a lot.
No reply. When he turned off the bumpy dirt road, he said, “We’re here.”
Up ahead, I saw a small cabin. I didn’t see the other vehicles until we got closer.
“Take her to the kitchen.” He looked back at me. “And gag her. I’m tired of listening to her.”
Calling it a kitchen was a stretch. It was a space off the open area with a cooler, a camping stove, and several cases of water stacked in the corner.
“Who’s your decorator? I want to make sure I never hire her.”
“Shut up and sit down.”
When I didn’t, he pushed me. Sitting wasn’t optional when the back of my knees hit the edge of the folding chair.
After securing me to the chair, he put a knotted cloth into my mouth and tied it behind my head. It was impossible to move my tongue, but at least I could still breathe.
Chapter 37
Nathan
“Finn’s not behind it. He’s carrying a grudge, but his reaction was genuine surprise,” I told Jamie via the car’s Bluetooth.
