CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Bethany tightens the silk around my wrist, as if cutting off the circulation is punishment for my escape. I grimace, the pain makes my eyes water. From the hospital gurney she’s tied me to, I eye Sam over her head, slumped in the chair Mackenzie shoved him into. Blood coats his face, matting his hair, and the wound in his neck looks putrid. Mackenzie has tied him to the chair with plastic zip ties.
Is Sam really a monster? He’s certainly imposing, intimidating and exudes confidence usually. Right now, he wouldn’t scare a ghost.
Bethany pats my head and steps back. “There, now. It won’t be long.” Mackenzie stands watching her, unblinking. “Fetch the others,” she orders. He bows and limps away, his footsteps scraping the floor.
My hands aren’t trembling anymore. For so
