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Am I too late?My search grew more frantic.No. She has to be here.
Then, there. At the very end of the row of cells, I spotted her. Her true scent was buried under grime and dirt, but I peeled back the layers in my head and tasted her. My friend.
“Daphne,” I rasped. Her name was a plea. Please be okay.
She jerked as if struck, then twisted her body, the tattered blanket that had covered her falling back as she turned.
Her eyes snapped wide in recognition as she saw me.
“Avery!”
Chapter IX
“Shhh,”Isaidquickly,glancing back to the front of the room. I hadn’t shut the door fully behind me, terrified it might lock automatically.
“Avery, is it really you?” Her voice was quieter, but there was raw shock in her eyes.
I nodded in confirmation. “It’s me.”
“How? I thought… Sabine said they’d killed you.”
Sabine had told the truth, but I didn’t want to get into that right now. I might have adjusted to the fact I’d died and gone to Hell, but that was kind of a lot to take in. “I’ll explain later. I’m getting you out of here.”
Daphne stood upright, swaying on her feet. I took in her appearance, my lips twisting back as my fangs threatened to come forth.
How dare they?
Her clothes were in tatters, nothing more than a thin tee and jeans that had previously been fashionably ripped and hugged her curves. Now, they were just torn and threatened to fall off of her. She’d lost weight, her collarbones in sharp relief. Her once muscular frame was nearly as skinny as mine. Her lustrous hair was matted with dark patches of caked blood.
She hadn’t just been shoved down here. They’dhurther.
They’d hurt my best friend, and I would kill them all for it.
“Um, Avery? What’s happening to your eyes?”
Her words startled me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, hoping to clear away whatever had happened. “Sorry.” I switched my attention to the cell. Long silver poles with a giant lock shutting the door closed her in. “Do you know where the keys are?”
If possible, Daphne wilted. “Maddox always keeps them on him.”
Crap. I looked around for any type of wire or stick in hopes I could pick the lock but came up empty.
I also didn’t know how to pick locks.
In desperation, I grabbed for the bars.
“Don’t!” Daphne warned, seeing my movement.
It was too late. I knew it would hurt, but I hadn’t been entirely braced for how badly. Sticking my hands into a live flame would’ve hurt less. I bit on my tongue so hard it bled to stop from crying out.
“The metal burns. It’s not natural.”
“It’s silver,” I explained. But Cole had said if I was in true balance with my wolf, I could bend silver like any other metal.
I took a breath and tried again.
Nothing. Nothing but blistering pain.
Daphne casted a worried look towards the way I’d come.
