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He isn’t making any sense, and he’s growing increasingly irritated. I shuffle back against the wall, wincing when the leather cuff bites into my skin.
“Ugh, where is he?” he roars just as his cell phone lights up the dim chamber. “Thank fuck.” His eyes scan the text message. “He’s almost here.”
Fear trickles down my spine, even though I have no idea who he’s referring to.
Cade instantly calms, leaning against the wooden table pushed up against the cold chamber wall. He crosses his ankles, letting his dark gaze run over me.
“What?” I bark, hating his attention. Memories rush to the surface. The overgrowth beneath my feet, the sting of pain as the branches and trees cut into my skin as I tried desperately to outrun him.
“You remember,” he says quietly, dragging his thumb over the pillow of his lip.
“I remember everything.” I glower at him.
“So feisty,” he smirks. “Maybe he’ll let me keep you. I’d love to see all the ways I could make you break. Yeah,” hunger glints in his eyes, “you and me could have some fun, little mouse.”
I flinch involuntarily. Cade notices, his expression darkening. Marching over to me, he bends and grabs me around the throat, yanking me up onto my knees. I scramble forward, grabbing his legs for stability, allowing me to relieve the pressure around my windpipe.
I gasp for breath, staring up at Cade and silently pleading for him to release me.
“The things I want to do to you.”
“Like your father did to you?” I whisper.
Confusion clouds his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I found it, Cade. Your journal.”
“Y-you what?” His grip on me loosens but quickly becomes a choke hold as his eyes turn pitch black. My fingers claw at his skin, desperately trying to fight him off.
“I… Cade… I can’t—"
“You think you know? You know nothing… nothing about my life or what I’ve endured. He did it to make me strong, to prepare me for this life. He helped me.”
“H-he didn’t… He abused you, Cade. Your father abused you.”
“No.NO!” He backhands me so hard I see stars. Shoving me down, I hit the ground with a thud, pain exploding along my arm and into my shoulder. “Fuck. Fuuuuck!” His guttural roar echoes around the chamber, rattling my bones.
“Cade, I…”
“Say another word and I’ll cut out your fucking tongue. You haven’t got the first clue about my father. But you will.”
My brows pinch as my gaze darts around the room. It’s hopeless. I’m chained to the wall with no way out.
Footsteps sound down the hall and Cade shoots me a knowing smirk. “Time to meet your destiny, little mouse.”
The tap of shoes against stone grows louder. Cade is practically bouncing on his feet, grinning like a child. But his whole demeanor shifts the second a finely dressed man stands in the doorway. The shadows obscure his face, but I can tell from Cade’s expression it’s not who he was expecting.
“Who the fuck are you?” he barks, pulling to his full height.
“Hello, Cade.” The man steps into the soft amber glow. “I’m your uncle.”
* * *
Lincoln Kingsley stands before us like the devil dressed in a designer suit. His hair is slicked back, and he has one hand buried casually in his pocket.
“U-uncle?” Cade chokes on the word. “But my father—"
“Ah yes, about that…”
