Chapter Eleven
AMANDA
“Wake up.”
Malachai doused him with a bucket of water he’d managed to scrounge up then tapped him on the side of his face, and he wasn’t gentle about it, either. He woke up gasping for breath, his head shifting back and forth like he just escaped a terrible nightmare.
But the nightmare for him was only just beginning.
Him… Pelton…
It was him. It was him. A lone light bulb in the abandoned farmhouse was all I needed to see everything. I could never forget his face. Never in a million years. Those beady little eyes. That chipped-tooth grin. The deep lines that creased his face. The rough skin. The thin, cruel lips. The bruises on his cheeks only made him even more menacing.
Not this time… Not this time…
He gritted his teeth and looked around. But there was no es
