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“Carven, status,” Harper asked again, this time insistent.
PLEASE NO! NOOO!
FUCK!
“No!” Vivienne stiffened in my arms. “Carven NO! That’s blood…THAT’S BLOOD!”
“Carven, for fuck’s sake!” Harper barked.
But I didn’t care about them.
All I cared about was getting her out.
And getting her far away…from this.
TEN
Vivienne
“NO!” I kicked and screamed, bucking in his arms. “NO!”
But Carven wouldn’t let me go, dragging me back up the stairs, one at a time. Still I saw blood. It dripped from the ceiling and smeared along the walls.
That was Colt’s blood…
That was COLT’S BLOOD!
“Let me go, Carven!” I slammed my hands against his shoulders until I broke his hold. My head impacted the wall with a crack as I fell. White sparks of agony detonated, but still I pushed upwards, then lunged, slamming into Carven’s hard chest.
“You’re NOT looking. DO. YOU UNDERSTAND?” he roared, bending to grab me around my thighs, then heaved me up over his shoulder.
We were out of those stairs before I knew it, charging back into that tiny room that still haunted my dreams. “He’s dead. HE’S FUCKING DEAD!”
Carven stilled, sucking in hard breaths until a wounded sound tore free and he yanked me against his chest. “It’s not him, Wildcat. You hear me? It’s not him.”
I froze, unable to process what he was saying. All I could do was stand there as he crushed me against his chest. It’s not him…it’s not him. But there was blood. So much blood. It was all I could see as I whispered. “It’s not?”
“No…” he whispered. “No, baby, it’s not.”
My body trembled as the faint voice came through his headset. “Carven, answer me, or we’re coming in.”
He pressed a button on his headset. “We’re here. But you need to get here…now.”
I looked past him to the darkened stairs. The horror in that room pulled me toward it. Like I was no more than a puppet on a string. One wrapped around my neck, determined to drag me back into the past.
Back where they took me and the other Daughters down there for another reason.
Fucking beg me to stop, bitch.
I flinched with the memory.
My shoulders curled as phantom pain tore across my nipples.
The cruel pinch of their fingers was so close to the surface of my mind. It was this place. This fucking place.
Go on, show us what you learned with The Teacher. Open your goddamn mouth.
The foul tang rose in the back of my throat, just like it had then when they’d forced me to my knees in that cold, dark dungeon.
