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Alive.
“She’ll feel right at home while she waits for you, don’t worry,” he commented as he dragged her from the car and onto some grass. “I can’t wait to see you reunite. Good luck!”
“You think he’s telling the tru—”
“I know where she is.” Aspen gasped, tossing me my phone which I barely caught before she rushed for the laptop on the counter we’d been using to keep an eye on the news in case he decided to go that way. She typed for a moment before some pictures appeared. “That building was in the background, and he was walking down that path beside it.”
I held up my phone, pulling up the video again where he turned to the car, catching the blur of the building in the back that did look identical to the one Aspen was pointing at.
“How do you know?” I asked, though my feet were already itchy, ready to run out the fucking door and chase this down.
“My aunt was the nurse who helped Cassie escape and sent her up to me,” Aspen explained. “I used to spend holidays with her in Brighton, and we have been to this place more times than I can count, plus, it has a big garden out the back—”
“And he said she’d feel at home while she waited,” I cut in, already heading for the fucking door, Reed and Aspen both right on my heels.
We were getting Cassie back.
There was no other fucking option.
CASSIDY
The pain.
I’d felt plenty of it over my lifetime, but nothing like this. I groaned loudly, reaching for my head where the pounding was so bad, it actually felt like my head was expanding with every heartbeat.
Thud.
My hand hit something above me.
Above me?
How was there something above me?
I couldn’t see anything.
I blinked several times, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on, but each time, nothing came into focus. Just the same dense black in front of my eyes that looked like it went on forever. My heart rate began to quicken. I knew my eyes were open, so why couldn’t I see what was right in front of me?
Swallowing back my fears, I tried again, lifting my hand. But this time when it hit the hard surface just above me, I paused, tracing it with my fingertips, trying to figure out where the hell I was. The space was small, my knees bent and tucked up under me, but I also couldn’t roll onto my side because it wasn’t deep enough for my shoulders.
The trunk of a car? A chest? Some kind of locked cabinet?
No, it felt different.
It wasn’t metallic but more natural, like woodgrain.
Like a box.
A wooden box.
“What are we doing here?” I questioned as we stumbled past a sign that read,Historical Museum and Gardens.Emmett had locked me in the car while he’d unloaded some things, and now I was trying my best to keep up with him as he dragged me down an old concrete path in the middle of the damn night.
“Like I said on the video, I just want to make sure you feel really at home while you wait for your friends.”
When we stepped around the building, my eyes grew wide, and I caught myself on a short fence to my left. I’d heard of these gardens before, but I’d never come by to actually see them.
They were beautiful.
“Just over here.”
