Chapter 432

Eight hours. By the time they finally reached the rendezvous point, Matthew Godfrey had barely climbed into the ATV before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold. Black Mamba, on the other hand, only had a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. She shoved Calliope Godfrey onto a seat, then bit into a piece of bread and sipped water as she barked at the driver, “Give that woman some water. Don’t let her pass out.” The ATV rumbled down the muddy mountain road, speeding toward the border. When Calliope regained some sense of awareness, her entire body ached like she’d been run over. Her head felt unbearably heavy, as if someone had poured molten lead inside it. Everything around her was pitch black and oppressively hot. She shifted slightly, realizing her wrists and ankles were bound tightly, while the tape on her mouth, dampened by sweat, had come loose. She could hear the rumble of an engine nearby, mingled with faint splashes of water. The place she was in swayed rhythmically with