I woke up in darkness. My hands and feet were tied with duct tape and a swath of tape covered my mouth. I was drenched in my own sweat. It was a thousand degrees wherever I was.
I rolled over and struck something hard. A curved wall.
The smell of felt invaded my nostrils. And then I immediately knew that I was in the trunk of a car.
Wasn’t the first time I’d been in a trunk, but this wasn’t on my bucket list of things to experience as an ex-necromancer.
I lay still, tried to gauge if the car was moving. It was stopped. Water rushed by outside. It was close. Too close.
Had to be the Mississippi River. Were we still at the Lumière? Didn’t sound like it.
I tested the duct tape around my wrists. Snug, but not too tight.
Then I heard voices outside. One was Rowena. The other was the stra
