[Melkin City Series book #3, please make sure to read the others first]
Things seem grim for Lacey when her and her friends are kidnapped on their way out of Melkin. Travis is separated from the group, she has no idea what happened to Finn and Anna...
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Travis.
I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I woke up. It was a disorienting thing but I was used to it.
The thing I was lying on was soft but it wasn't grass, which was the last thing I remembered being on. I had been on my stomach looking down a sniper rifle and taking someone's life. And then Vik had made me drink something. And here I am.
It was too quiet for Vik to be around but I wasn't on the concrete of the cell. I stilled for a moment because I didn't feel Ben next to me. Someone's hand clamped onto my ankle. I opened my eyes and saw a ceiling about two feet above me.
"It's Cam, you're in the cell," he said quietly. "Everyone's safe."
I raised my head and looked down towards my feet. I was on the bottom bunk. Cameron was sitting on the floor and of the bed with his head resting against the wall. I stared at him.
"They're up top." He pointed above us. I glanced up at what I thought was the ceiling and heard silence. Ben and Lacey must be sleeping.
My eyes went to the wall map beside me. I reached under the mattress and it took a few attempts until I found the pencil. A lot had been drawn onto it and in what looked like Lacey's writing. I looked at the rooms she'd labeled. Computers, L’s office, and bathroom. What was she doing in an office? What was she doing in any of those places? I filled in the spots that I sort of remembered, making sure to draw the possible exit. I sighed, feeling exhausted by the end of it and buried the pencil under the mattress. I fell back onto the bed. Cameron's gaze was glued to the map. I closed my eyes.
I didn’t know all of what Vik gave me. I never really did, which was half of the issue. Last time I woke up in the cell, I was a shaking mess within a few hours. I don’t know how long I was in the cell this time, but the only thing I felt was exhausted. I wasn’t sure if it was something in the pills Vik gave me, making me feel like my body was weighed down or if that was just me.
"Can I go back to bed?" I asked.
"Yeah." He patted my ankle once more.
“If someone comes,” I began but didn’t know what I was going to say. Wake me up? What was I going to do? I could barely lift a pencil without needing to take a nap. And even if the exhaustion passed, I was probably going to start going through withdrawal. I wouldn’t be able to do anything if someone showed up looking for me or my friends.
“I’ve got it,” Cameron assured me. I fell back asleep and if I dreamed, I didn’t remember it.
