A noise from somewhere outside the shack rouses me from my sleep. I roll over, half-awake, and when I crack my eyelids open, I see Mace lying next to me and simply watching me sleep. I'm so startled that I open my mouth to let out a scream, but Mace quickly puts his hand over my mouth; the scream dies in my throat.
He then removes his hand from my mouth. He asks, “How are you feeling, Little Angel?”
This man has got to have a lot of nerve. What makes him think he can talk to me after what he did? I stare at him with a blank expression on my face.
When it becomes apparent I won’t answer, he says, “Are you angry at me, Little Angel?”
I can’t believe this man right now. Is he for real? “Are you serious right now?”
A half smile plays on his lips. “Why are you angry at me?”
“You locked me
