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will gut you in the end.” His lips brush my ear. “Trust me on that one.”
Chapter Eleven
The strong stenchof motor oil and gas clings to the inside of my nostrils, rousing me back to consciousness.
I’m groggy. The inside of my mouth feels as if I’ve been chewing on cotton balls and tastes sour. I’m sure he’s drugged me, but I’m not sure with what. The sick part is that half of me, the half still reeling in pain, is grateful, while the other half, the half he kidnapped and threatened, is still both furious and