Chapter 39

The man carrying me set me down on a soft surface. I can feel myself sinking into something plush. The man’s presence disappears from above me and the swish of the flap tells me that he has left the tent. I lie still for a few moments listening to the sound of rustling papers. Then, I open my eyes and sit up. I look in the direction that the sound was coming from and see Clay staring at me. His eyes are open wide and his mouth hangs slightly agape.

Clay is sitting behind a table covered in papers. I find that I am lower to the ground than I had previously thought. He towers above just by sitting at his desk. A quick glance around myself reveals that I am surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. It seems like a bed. The only other piece of furniture is a large trunk that sits along the tent wall opposite of me.

"How...," Clay starts to say, but falls silent.

"Did you think that little drug of yours would always work?" I ask.

"It should've," he replies. His han