Chapter 118 You Are The Key

• Erica's POV
• My head is pounding and I am finding it difficult to open my eyes. Wherever I am, I am on the move. My head bounces roughly against the seat of a car and the sound of tires against a gravel road is the only thing that I can hear. Rotting flesh is the only smell that is reaching my senses, so I know I am still surrounded by rogues. Needing to wipe the sleep from my eyes, I try to move my hands but I find that they are bound behind my back. Prying my eyes open, it is as if I am looking through a haze. Everything looks blurry and disoriented.
• "I think she is awake," a gruff voice says from beside.