Chapter 41. Buried Guilt

The first scream tore through the stillness of the afternoon like a gunshot.

Myla jerked awake, heart pounding like it was about to burst out of her chest, and for a split second, she thought she was the one who had actually screamed because she had just been having another nightmare of the stalker’s hands dragging her down that dark hallway. But before she could lie down back on the sofa she had dozed off in, she heard it again.

A low, strangled male scream filled with anguish.

She threw off the knitted blanket that one of the men had apparently covered her with while she dozed and ran to the balcony where the sound was coming from, bare feet slapping the cool floor.

Jared was thrashing violently in the hammock, sweat running down his temples, his usually composed face twisted in agony.

His chest he