My bruises looked terrible when I woke up in the morning.
I inspected them in the mirror, twisting and turning on the tips of my toes in order to get a better look. The places where he kicked me were swollen and tender, and I couldn’t move without hissing in pain.
He did a number on me.
I was sad that I didn’t get to say goodbye to Bethany, but I had hopes that she would be able to manage it. She’d gotten out and had come this far; there was nothing she couldn’t do.
I wished her the best of luck, wherever she was.
I was slightly nauseous, so I didn’t know if I wanted to have breakfast. It wasn’t a wise decision to skip breakfast, but I had no appetite. I just wanted to rest.
A few hours later, I was woken up by a sharp knock on the door.
“Fox,” Hunter said. He sounded impatie
