The smell of the bed I was lying on made me gag, and someone shoved a bucket under my face. My head spun as I threw up everything in my stomach, and I let out a groan. “I told you you just should have left.” I raised my eyes to meet Jake’s and then looked away. I didn’t want to hear it. No way was I going to sit here and listen to the guy that used to be my friend tell me how wrong I was for trying to come save him. “You could at least pretend to be grateful,” I said. Jake laughed. “Yeah. I’m real grateful. You come in with your jerk of a friend, sic a spider on me, destroy my workroom, and then get yourself captured on top of it. Yeah. Grateful.” The only thing that kept me from taking a swing at him was how dizzy I was. I’d probably miss and fall off the bed. Which on second thought, didn’t sound so bad. Whoever had been sleeping on this thing seriously needed to learn better hygiene. I pulled my scattered thoughts back to the conversation. “Yeah, well at least I’ve been trying to make things better since I got here.
