Chapter 557

The first thing that dawned on Amari, was that her head was pounding like she’d whacked it against something hard. The second was her eyes were open and she couldn’t see jack all. The last thing that registered was she was being carried over someone’s shoulder, if the ache in her guts were any indication, she’d been in this position for a while now.
She could taste blood. It was her own.
With a dry tongue, she tried to lick over her lips and felt the swelling. Her mouth was busted up. Why was her mouth that way? She tried to move her hands to see if she’d decked someone—her wrists were bound together behind her back. She sucked in a breath and prepared to find out what the hell was going on, when her stomach heaved, rebelling against that idea. She blinked again and tried to reach her cat, to see if she had any idea what was going on. She was there, just barely. Trying to stay lax for a minute more, so whoever was carrying her wouldn’t realize she was awake, she fought through the fog to remember what happened. She’d been driving. Made no stops. Hadn’t gotten out of the van—