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A thick bandage is wrapped around his chest, stained with blood. All he’s wearing is a pair of thin, linen lounge pants. His hands hang in the metal clasps, his body leaning forward as though his own body is weighing on him, gravity pulling him to the floor.
It looks so painful.
I jerk at the chains, but it’s no use. They won’t budge.
“I’m not dreaming,” he mutters. It almost sounds like he can’t believe it. “You’re really here.”
“Yes, I’m here,” I reply, getting closer, but the second I think of touching his face, my hand freezes midair.
His eyes flash to my hand and then back to my face, the look in his eyes darkening. “You shouldn’t be. I fought to keep you safe.”
“I … I’m…” I blush and lower my eyes, stepping back. “They caught me when I went to look for you. I didn’t want to end up in this cell again, either. I’m sor—”
“Don’t,” he interjects. “Don’t say you’re sorry. Donotbe sorry.” I’m hooked to his words and those soul-crushing eyes. “Did you fight for your freedom?”
I nod. More tears well up in my eyes. “But I should’ve stayed by your side, I should’ve helped, I—”
“You should’ve kept running,” he interrupts.
Guilt fills my bones.
Maybe he’s right.
But how could I stay away knowing he was there in that clinic, possibly dying of his wounds?
I had to know for sure. I had to see him for myself.
But now I’ve gotten myself in much bigger trouble.
“I needed to know if you were safe,” I mutter. “I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you in that warehouse, dying a slow and painful death.” I look at him and all the scars on his body.
“Maybe death would’ve been better,” he murmurs. A few simple movements cause him so much pain he winces.
“What did they even do to you?” I mutter, looking at all the wounds on his body. There are more gashes than I remember there being.
“Too much,” he growls.
“They even tied you up like you’re some kind of monster,” I mutter, abhorred at how they’ve chained him up to the wall.
“There’s an implant too,” he says, eyes rolling away. “In my neck.”
I try to touch it, but the groan that follows makes me instantly remove my hand.
“It could kill me.”
My eyes widen. “How?”
“If the voltage is upped to the max.”
My jaw drops, but I swallow the gasp. “Who would do such a—”
“My owner …” he rasps, his eyes turning almost as black as the night with rage. “Lex.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard him say the man’s actual name, but the fact that it’s laced with such poison makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.
“How did he find you?” he asks.
I suck in a breath. “I heard about the clinic from someone, so I came to look …”
