chapter 49

Macey “I’m sorry,” I tell him, yet those words taste like poison on my tongue. He smirks before turning back to rummage through the backpack. He pulls out a silky, slip dress and tosses it at me; it lands on the bed. I grab it and hold it up. Hardly practical, but better than a bra and underwear. “Don’t suppose you bought underwear?” I ask him. “You don’t need them,” he says, and I chew my lip. I suddenly wish I had a period. I bet he would change his tune then. Carter comes over to me and passes me a granola bar. I try to unwrap it, however, my fingers are not cooperating properly. I have a good chunk of my mobility left, though I’m a little worried about trekking in the woods like this. Carter takes it from me and opens it, peeling back the wrapper before handing it back to me. “You should have all your feeling back soon,” he tells me as he kneels next to the bed. He pulls my legs to the edge, rubbing the sides of them before gripping my foot. After taking the key from around his nec