Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“No. No fucking way.” Sully thrashed harder, the handcuffs ringing so loud. “Leave her the fuck out of this, Drake! Use another girl. Any other girl. I don’t care. Just—”
“I’ll gag you if you keep talking, you little cocksucker,” Drake muttered. “Be quiet, the adults are talking.” His washed-out blue gaze landed on mine again. “Do we have a deal, Eleanor Grace? Your body for his. I break you while the doctor fixes him. I’ll even be generous and give you two the day to recover.” He laughed softly. “After all, you’ve had a long journey, and Sully...well, he hasn’t had much sleep lately.”
I looked at Sully as he arched his neck and bared his teeth like a demon trapped in hell.
Bile washed up my throat.
Drake had blinded him, tortured him, broken him.
I wouldn’t allow him to hurt Sully again.
This was why I’d come.
I’d come to help.
To shield him.
To hope upon a wishing star that love would triumph over evil.
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Deal.”
Drake grinned.
Sully howled.
And I was marched to his cage and tied to the bars.
So close.
Not close enough.
A clock began ticking loudly over our heads.
A countdown where Sully would get treated, and I would get molested, and our sorry little love story was over.
Chapter Twenty-One
“I CAN’T TREAT HIM while he’s tethered,” Dr Campbell muttered. “Uncuff and untie him.”
I gritted my teeth, my ears burning from the chilli earbuds, my heart in pieces thanks to goddamn Eleanor.
I could feel her.
Her every breath.
Her every heartbeat.
Her very aliveness sent a shimmer of connectivity to my soul.
For a man who traded in myth and misery, I had pretty black and white views on what was possible and impossible.
Possible were fantasies coming to life because of technology, computer coding, and advancements in sensory deceptors.
Impossible was feeling so deeply for someone that evolution opened new senses.
Impossible was feeling her as if we shared an intricate spiderweb, and she kept triggering a strand twined directly around my heart.
Fuck, Eleanor.
She was here.
She’d sold herself to heal me.
She’d sacrificed everything she was...for me.
My teeth threatened to turn to ash as I tensed in my binds.
If I didn’t already love her, I’d be hers for the rest of my godforsaken life.
How had I ever doubted what I felt for her?
How could she put my health over her own safety?
She can’t.
I couldn’t let it happen.
No matter what she said or what Drake expected, I wouldn’t let him lay one goddamn finger on her. I didn’t know how I’d stop him, but I would.
For now...at least she’d bargained us some time. A full day. If she could get free, then I’d happily face the rest of my sorry existence knowing she was out of his reach.
“He stays tied,” Drake barked. “Not debatable.”
“Don’t you get it?” Campbell said. “You don’t need to tie him anymore. You have the best restraint there is.” His clothing rustled as he moved closer. “Her. As long as you have Eleanor...Sinclair isn’t going anywhere.”
“Not happening,” Drake snapped.
“His wrists and ankles are infected,” Eleanor hissed. “You promised he would be treated. That includes every injury, not just a few.”
I groaned.
Why did she have to be so stupidly brave?
Why couldn’t she have forgotten about me? Hated me? Left me?
“I agree,” Dr Campbell said. “If I’m to tend to his fever and wounds, I need access to all of them. There’s no point only treating—”
“Fine!” Drake growled. “Henry!”
Heavy footsteps fell, moving a stranger closer. “Aim your gun at Eleanor. If she so much as moves, shoot her. Hear that, brother? You fight back, you try to escape...she dies before you’re even out of the cage.”
My stomach roiled, but I kept silent.
Frankly, I hovered on the dangerous edge of passing out again. I didn’t have the energy for another battle—intellectual or physical. The stress of having Jinx beside me had amplified my fever and increased the pain in every limb.
I needed to gather my strength if I had any chance at saving her.
He took my silence as obedience.
Clearing his throat, he yawned. “Know what? If we’re having a little break before more games begin, I might go have a snooze myself.” He chuckled. “Might shoot a few of the squirrels in your palm trees, Sullivan. Have a roast rodent for lunch.”
You motherfu—
My hands balled, and once again, I resisted the urge to reply.
Eleanor sniffed, her temper a buffet of air even if I couldn’t see her cheeks pink or grey eyes turn into thunderclouds. “Don’t you dare kill any more creatures, you sick sonovabitch.”
Drake laughed. “But I’m hungry.”
“Eat a damn vegetable!”
He laughed harder. “God, you two were made for each other. Matchingly pathetic.” His footsteps faded toward the doors. “Men, stand guard. I’ll be back tonight. I expect both my brother and his little goddess to be exactly where they are when I return, got it?”
A murmur of acquiescence as fresh air entered the villa, then vanished as he opened and closed the door.