woods.â
âI remember,â she whispered, her eyes unfocused.
âEventually, he told me to get out of the woods and learn more, the things he couldnât teach me. I got my GED and I joined the military. And no matter how he did by you, he made me a man. He saved my life.â
Reality returned to her. He saw it happen, like switching off a light. She yanked her hands back into her lap. âFine. Say I believe you about Mitch and the stupid promise you made. What does he have to do with you kidnapping me?â
âYouâre right.â
Mason stood and fetched their coats. He held them in the air between their bodies, waiting.
She eyed it with suspicion. âWhat?â
âYou wanted to get out of here, so letâs do it.â
âSo you can kill me in the woods?â
Mason laughed tightly. âWhy not here? And why not hours ago?â
âI donât know, but Iâm not going out there with you.â Her gaze darted to the blacked windows.
âCâmon.â Without waiting, he grabbed his nine-millimeter and a Maglite.
Jenna didnât miss his preparations. âIâm not stupid, you know. Youâre not going to get any trouble out of me.â
âNot from you, no.â
âYouâre trying to scare me and it wonât work.â
âItâd better.â
Ten minutes later, with Jenna trailing like a sleepwalker, they stood in a small clearing just north of the cabin. Mason didnât trust her compliance. She was still thinking, doubting his word, and that would get them both killed.
God, he didnât want to get rough with her, but she wasnât getting away from him. She couldnât. Her life depended on himâhis will, his cool, his knowledge. But his survival depended on her too.
âCâmere,â he said quietly.
She didnât move.
So he went to her instead. Something good and calm opened in his chest when she didnât shy away.
âListen, Jenna.â
âWhat now? More stories?â
âNo, listen . Listen to the forest.â
The stillness enveloped them, a dark and unnatural stillness that gnawed at bones and wore away at the mind like a drip, drip, drip of water. No moon shone through the quiet leaves. No animals moved among the foliage. Although they stood in the trees, among those countless living plants, breathing each otherâs poison air, there wasnât a single noise to indicate life.
Jenna stood at his side. He could barely see her in the thick black soup of night, but he heard her frantic breathing.
âWhere is everything?â she whispered.
âMitch took you camping, right? When you were younger?â
âIt creeps me out, you knowing stuff like that.â
âDid he or didnât he?â
âYeah, when I was a kid. And you were right. He never hit the bottle out here. For him, being in the woods was normal.â She inhaled deeply, unsteadily. âBut this ... this isnât normal.â
He took her hand, the only solid, real, warm thing in the forest. âEverything Iâve said is Godâs honest truth.â
She tightened her fingers as a shiver worked down her arm. âThereâs no God here.â
FIVE
From out of the enveloping darkness, Jenna caught the faint baying of distant hounds. Only they didnât sound like any dogs sheâd ever heard. Their howls echoed with an unwholesome wetness, as if they keened through blood. Her heart skipped a beat. The cold cut through her jacket like icy knives.
The second-scariest part? Mason was the most harmless thing in the woods.
âWe have to get back to the cabin.â He tugged her hand. âYouâre not ready for a fight.â
âWill I be?â she murmured, frozen and dazed.
He leveled a steady look on her, his secrets hidden in the near dark. âYes.â
Jenna had no time to think about that. She stumbled as he pulled her back toward the cabin,