CHAPTER 5
GRACE
The barn had chilled down and I could smell the rain as it pounded on the roof, along with the scent of smoke. It permeated the air. I felt groggy and not myself. Whatever drugs I was given, made my head heavy and my speech thick. The only thing I knew for certain was that my time was running out. Even with the blindfold over my eyes, I knew it was night by the sound of crickets. It was a sound that used to soothe me as I sat on my back porch. Not tonight. Possibly not ever again.
I had come to the realization I needed to fight. If I didn’t get away before the hunt, I was dead. But my muscles were sore, and I could barely feel my fingers. The odds were stacked against me.
I’d focus on the positives. Even though it’d been years ago, I’d played around with my father’s han
