chapter 33(2)

Macey My stomach is in knots. The gun digs into my lower back as I follow Carter’s directions—he has me driving around the city for ages like he’s wasting my time. “Turn at the next roundabout and double back.” This is the sixth loop of the city. I know he’s making sure I’m not followed, but Valen won't risk Ava and Zoe, I know that much. Carter’s an idiot if he thinks Valen won't come after him for this, though. And Marcus will kill whoever hurt Zoe when he wakes. Even the rogues will hunt the bastard down for what he did. “Pull over by the post office sorting facility.” I do as he says, yet I see no one, not even any cars. “Get out of the car, walk up the alley, and place the bag by the bin.” “Where is Zoe?” I growl. “Dump the bag first.” “Not until I have Zoe!” I snarl. “Little stupid making demands, don't you think? Very well, Zoe is with me.” “And where are you?” I ask. “Close. Now dump the bag.” “No! Not until I have Zoe!” Carter snarls. “Foolish woman,” he sneers, and Zoe shriek