MasukZade's POVI had looked into those eyes across a hundred different moments over the weeks we'd been together. Across breakfast and training and moonlit water and the dark of a bedroom and the complicated intimacy of a shared space that had slowly, irrevocably become something else.I knew those eyes.I knew what they looked like when they were warm and when they were challenging and when they were frightened and when they were soft with something she wasn't quite saying yet.What they looked like right now was none of those things.They were empty.Not the emptiness of shock, though shock was somewhere in there too.She looked at me like I was someone she didn't know.No.Worse than that.She looked at me like I was someone she had thought she knew and had found out she was wrong about.I helped her up. She let me because she needed to stand and not because she wanted my hands near her, and I felt the difference the way you felt a temperature change—immediately, throughout my whole bo
Zade's POVQuickly but controlled, staying close to the wall, keeping my footsteps as quiet as the stone allowed.I had the key from the first guard’s pocket and extra weapons and the knowledge that Viktor was somewhere in this building with his careful suit and his smiling cruelty.And Nancy was somewhere in this building in a room I had not found yet.I had caused everything that was happening to her.I had been the mechanism through which she ended up in this place.I had stood in that office with Viktor and said things I had meant at the time and which I could not take back.She had heard the recording.She knew.I moved through the corridor and thought about none of that.I could not afford to think about it yet.There was only one thing that mattered right now.One thing.Get to her.Everything else—the explanations, the things I needed to say that I still did not have words for—All of that came after.First I had to get to her.I pressed myself against the wall at the corner a
Zade's POVHis face was already changing color. Even in the poor light I could see the flush climbing from his collar. The whites of his eyes showed more.He tried to step backward, to drag me with him and break the angle. My weight swinging with him threw off his balance. The stumble worked in my favor. His hands went from trying to remove me to trying to keep himself upright.I held.The strain in my shoulders was bad.Both joints had been carrying my weight for hours. They did not want the extra load I was putting on them now. The burn that had been a constant background pain became something sharp and demanding. It wanted my full attention.I did not give it.I tightened my legs further and felt him start to go limp. I tightened more.His weight, combined with mine, combined with the struggle, pulled on the chain above me with far more force than my body alone had been generating.I felt it before I heard it.A vibration through the chain. The particular vibration of something und
Zade's POVI looked up at the chains.The links were thick and old. Real iron. The kind that had probably been hanging from that beam longer than I had been alive. In the dim light they looked almost black, slick with the same damp that coated everything in this cellar. Cold water dripped somewhere nearby, slow and steady, the sound loud in the quiet.I flexed my fingers.Slow at first. One at a time. Forcing blood back into the tips where the cuffs had been cutting off circulation for hours. The feeling that came back was bad. That sharp pins-and-needles burn of blood returning to tissue that had been starved of it. It got worse the more I flexed, almost too much to stand, then slowly eased into something closer to normal feeling. My fingers still felt thick and clumsy, but they worked.I kept flexing until I could feel all ten of them properly.Then I looked at the ceiling and started thinking.The hook the chain ran over sat in the center beam. The biggest beam, running the full wi
NANCY'S POVI brought my knee up hard and fast, driving it straight into his face with everything I had. There was a loud, wet crack as my knee smashed into his nose. He made a choked, surprised sound and fell backward onto the stone floor. Blood poured from his nose immediately, dark and thick, spraying across his mouth and chin and dripping onto his shirt. He cursed loudly, the sound wet and angry, spit and blood flying from his mouth.“You little bitch!” he snarled. His voice was thick and muffled, full of pain and rage. Blood ran down his face in streams.I didn’t wait. I pushed myself up from the chair as fast as I could. My legs were shaky and weak from being tied so long, the muscles trembling and prickling with pins and needles, but I forced them to work. I ran toward the door on bare feet that slapped against the cold, gritty stone. My hands were free now. I grabbed the heavy iron handle with both hands and pulled as hard as I could. It didn’t move. It was locked from the out
NANCY'S POVI had been tied up in the dark for what felt like forever. The ropes had rubbed my wrists and ankles raw, the skin there hot and stinging every time I tried to shift. My shoulders burned with a deep, constant ache from being pulled back for so long, and my legs had gone numb in places, then prickled with sharp pins and needles when I moved even a little. The chair was hard and cold under me, the old wood pressing into my thighs through the thin dress. The air was thick and damp, smelling like wet stone and old wood that had never dried out, mixed with something sour and rotten underneath. It made every breath feel heavy in my chest, like the room itself was pressing down on me.My stomach twisted with hunger that came in waves, sharp and empty. My mouth was so dry my tongue stuck to the roof of it, and my head throbbed with a dull, sick pain that got worse when I moved. But none of that compared to the heavy, sick feeling in my chest. Every time I thought about the video V







