Chapter Twenty-Four
I was weak and my head was throbbing. All I wanted to do was continue sleeping, but someone was mumbling, and it wasn’t me.
“Mine,” the raspy voice repeated near my ear, over and over.
“Wha?” I murmured, trying to open my heavy eyelids.
Someone was carrying me over their shoulder through tall rows of cornfields, away from the sound of the explosions. As I looked down, I recognized the clothing and a sickening wave of terror welled up in my stomach. Austin!
“Austin, put me down,” I said, my tongue thick.
He ignored me and picked up his pace.
“Please!” I begged again.
When he continued to ignore me, I began beating his back with my fists, only angering him in the process. He swore and then dug his fingers into my thigh, squeezing the tender flesh until I began to
