Ava POV
Carter had me moved, and I appeared to be in some basement. I had been asleep for a few hours when I heard the door open. The man I hadn't recognized in my dazed state came down the stairs. His scent was familiar, and I couldn't figure out why at first. He had a blue cap on his head and a handkerchief tied around his face like last time. Yet with my sense of smell and taste returning, my eyes widened when I recognized the scent. A scent I smelled around Amber. Micah!
He walked over to me, where I sat in the corner, my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a needle, stabbing it into my thigh, and I yank on my restraints and snarl at him when he turns and simply walks back toward the stairs.
My eyes began to blur, yet I fought to keep them open. "Micah!" I tried to call, bu
