ELARA’S POVThe truck bounced violently over a rut, throwing me against the door. My head throbbed where he’d hit me,my vision still spotty at the edges. The man beside me reeked of stale cigarettes and something worse underneath, something rotten.His hand was still on my thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.“Please,” I gasped, forcing the word out through my swollen lip. “Please, just listen to me.”“Shut up,” he said lazily, his other hand reaching for my face. His thumb traced my bottom lip, smearing the blood there. “Pretty mouth. Bet it’s good for more than talking.”The driver laughed, a wet, ugly sound. “Save some for me, Kael. We got hours before we’re supposed to check in.”Kael. I’ll make sure to remember that name. And I’ll make him regret this.“My friend is dying,” I tried again, my voice breaking. “Back at the cabin. He has an infection. If he doesn’t get help in the next few hours…”“Then he dies.” Kael shrugged. “Not my problem.”“I’ll do anything,” I sai
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