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Moving as slowly and slightly as I can, I peek over my left shoulder in the direction of the sound.
Light hair. There’s someone with light hair bound to another beam. It’s got to be a guy for how large he is.
There’s blood smeared on his torn sweatpants, and then it hits me.
“Luke?”
His face lulls over in my direction. He’s clearly coming out of the drug just like I was.
“Of course, they went after you. Dammit, I’m an idiot.”
In a hard jerk, Luke fully wakes, and his eyes dart around the warehouse as he thrashes against his binds.
“Hey, hey. Stop. Luke, stop it!”
Looking over, his eyes go wide, and his lips part. After the shock, his brows furrow over his dark stare, and Luke surges against the ropes again.
“Clara!” I’ve never seen the look of terror on his face before, outside of a few nightmares, and my gut drops as his voice rings with worry. “Fucking hell, that mother fucking son of bitch! He said…dammit. He said he’d got you. I’m so sorry. I?—”
“Luke.” I shake my head. “Calm down. Please. I know. But I’d like to focus on getting out of here so I don’t have a panic attack.”
His eyes soften, and he sags against the beam.
“Right. Okay, doc. Wrists?”
With a nod, I refocus on how much I can move them.
“The ropes are pretty tight. I don’t know. What happened to your leg?”
Looking down, confused, Luke spots the slash of red. “Oh, right. Bullet graze.”
A half-assed laugh bleeds from me.
“Oh, right? You didn’t notice?”
He shakes his head. “Honestly, I forgot. I was a bit distracted by seeing you tied to a damn support beam in an abandoned warehouse.”
I want to be mad at him. I took off and went to bed mad at him.
But right now, as I look at Luke, I’m just so damn glad he’s here with me. And I’d have to be blind to miss how concerned he is for me.
“I’m all right. Mostly. I don’t like the effects of that gas very much.”
“That makes two of us, doc.” He smirks, and I can tell he’s trying to defuse the tension.
“Where do you think we are?”
I look around again, noting the partially collapsed roof at the far end of the building. The sagging wooden beams still cling to each other even as they’ve fallen onto the cement ground.
There’s also a second level to the building where the roof hasn’t caved in. A cage-like guard surrounds the small walkway that circles the building on the higher level.
I can’t see doors, but I imagine they’re there.
“Somewhere in dire need of a thorough cleaning?”
Luke chuckles humorlessly. He’s not wrong, of course. The floor is littered with various random items.
There’s graffiti on nearly every wall, even high up, and there’s a table off to the side with a pile of rope, netting, and a steering wheel cover on it.
