I heard a crash.
Momentary silence.
Then muffled yelling and a jiggling sound.
I didn’t ever figure out where it came from, though, as hands reached for me, grabbing me, and slinging me once again over a strong shoulder.
“That should solve that problem now.”
What problem?
What…
Caymen.
He was talking about Caymen.
What’d he do to him?
Was he okay?
A whimper escaped me at the crushing sensation in my chest.
“Enjoying those drugs, hm?” the voice asked.
There was still that flash of recognition. Only this time, something came along with it. An almost unbearable feeling ofanger. Not the new kind, not the kind I could link to being drugged, restrained, and kidnapped.
No, this felt frustratingly familiar. Like it was something I’d felt before about this same person.
But the thoughts were too fleeting, refusing to be grabbed hold of.
“You’re not going to like this part.”
The warning was pointless.
I was too groggy to feel much of anything.
I sensed being jostled, and this strange teetering sensation, then a sudden fall that had my belly bottoming out. Finally, there was the landing, making the man’s body jerk hard, and making me land even harder on his shoulder.
But his arm kept me anchored, kept me from falling.
I was dropped again, though not as hard.
Beneath me, there was the vibration of an engine. The sound roared in my ears. Too loud. I wanted to reach up to cover my ears, but couldn’t.
It had to be a boat, right?
We were on another, smaller, boat.
Just as that thought formed, the boat lurched forward, taking my heart with it.
Everything around me flashed, making the sick feeling return.
I squeezed my eyes shut to ease it.
But the heaviness grew.
Pretty soon, no matter how hard I tried to open them, they refused.
