chapter 35

Ava Carter had me moved, and I appear to be in some basement. I must have been asleep for a few hours when I finally hear the door open and the man I hadn't recognized in my dazed state comes down the stairs. He has a blue cap on his head and a handkerchief tied around his face like last time. But his scent is familiar, not just from the last time I saw him, and I cant figure out why at first. Yet as my sense of smell and taste returns, my eyes widen when I finally recognize the scent—a scent I used to smell around Amber. Micah! He walks over to me where I sit in the corner with my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a needle and stabs it into my thigh, and I yank on my restraints. Snarling at him as he simply turns and walks back toward the stairs. My eyes begin to blur again, yet I fight to keep them open. “Micah,” I try to call. My voice is barely a murmur, yet it’s enough to make him freeze on the bottom step, his entire body tense as he grips the handrail. Slowly, he turn