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Handcuffs and a gag.
My head throbs like a bitch, and it’s only as I blink a few times that I grasp at a few scraps of memory.
Oh, god. Ky.
The horrific sight of the silver grill of that truck speeding toward us flashes in front of my eyes. I only saw it coming from over his shoulder at the moment it was already too late. Even if I’d been able to warn him, there was no way we could have evaded the collision.
No. Not a collision. Not a crash.
It was a calculated ambush.
One that was entirely premeditated. Designed to take us out and then capture us. Or maybe just me.
My stomach plummets through the concrete floor below me. What if Ky didn’t survive? What if he did, and whoever has taken me killed him anyway?
Or an even worse possibility…that he might still be alive, but wishes he wasn’t because of what has been done to him.
Wave after wave of pain assaults me as my mind tries not to fall apart. I can’t lose him. He can’t be dead.
He was about to tell me…
A sob from the depths of my soul gurgles around the rope gagging my mouth.
I bend double as my body convulses, curling me into a ball on this cruel concrete floor.
The muscle of my heart aches like it’s been pierced by a thousand blades.
I can see his smirk and hear his laugh.
Kyron Harris called me his dawn, and in that moment, it’s like his warm palms are cupping my cheeks, telling me to fight.
He taught me how to fight.
This isn’t the time to give up.
Streaming tears free-flow down my face, as the rawest form of emotion swirls through my blood. I love him. All his faults and quirks and ridiculous shit that makes me want to roll my eyes at him every single day. Even though our circumstances for finding each other in this life have been fucked up, to say the least, he’s my little slice of fucked up heaven, and I refuse to believe the worst.
He would be raising an eyebrow, flashing me that dimple below his beard, and dragging a thumb along his jaw. Are you really going to just lie down and give up, little Fox? I thought you had teeth and claws?
With a slow, and extremely stiff struggle, I manage to roll into a sitting position.
The act of being upright nearly makes me pass out.
I have to breathe slowly and deeply through my nose to prevent the black spots from claiming me. As I do so, I’m pretty sure my ribs must be broken, because the searing heat radiating through my torso is damn near blinding.
How long have I been here? There’s no telling. It could be hours. I don’t think I’ve been drugged on top of being knocked out by the force of the vehicle hitting us, but it’s hard to tell.
While I’m struggling to get my breathing back under control, I hear something. Voices outside draw nearer, talking low. I can’t make out any specific words or details, but there’s a thudding as heavy footsteps approach. My blurry vision can make out the rectangular outline of a door—light filters in from the other side, faintly illuminating the dark space I’m being held captive in.
The lock jiggles, and my pulse ratchets up. There’s nothing I can do to defend myself against whoever is about to come through that door.
Helpless, again. Always so fucking helpless.
A metallic screech makes me wince, fluorescent light floods through from outside, and a single light bulb flickers and hums to life overhead.
I start sobbing with relief at the sight that greets me.
Thorne.
