LOGINELARA’S POVThe storm cellar was freezing, pitch-black, and smelled like wet limestone, damp earth, and old dust.We sat packed close together on a narrow wooden bench pushed flat against the damp rock wall. Caleb sat sandwiched between me and his sisters, his heavy flannel shoulder pressing firmly against mine while he held Maya and Lily tucked tightly under his arms. The two little girls were completely silent, their small faces buried in Caleb’s sides, not making a single sound. They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.Above us, through ten feet of solid granite and the heavy oak hatch, came the first sound.Thud.A heavy boot hit the wooden porch of the cabin directly above our heads.I went completely still, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I was terrified the guards would hear it reverberating through the rock. My good hand instinctively reached out, clutching the coarse fabric of Caleb’s jeans in a death grip. He didn't pull away or flinch. He just adjusted his gr
ELARA’S POVThe rest of the morning passed in a tense, watchful quiet.Caleb spent an hour by the front window, his eyes scanning the thick pine trees through the wooden slats of the shutters while Maya and Lily helped me clean up in the kitchen.Taking a bath with one arm locked in a wooden splint was a nightmare, but Maya was surprisingly gentle. She brought me a bucket of warm water, a clean bar of lavender soap, and an oversized grey hoodie that belonged to Caleb. It smelled like cedar wood, copper, and fresh rain, enveloping me in a heavy warmth that finally chased the lingering chill out of my bones.By mid-afternoon, the fog outside had lifted slightly, leaving behind a crisp, biting cold.I was sitting on the sofa, carefully flexing my left fingers to keep the circulation moving, when the soft creak of the front door made me jump. Caleb stepped inside, pulling off his heavy mud-caked boots. His hunting rifle was slung over his shoulder, and his face was grim."Caleb?" I asked,
CHAPTER 15ELARA’S POVMorning crept into the cabin through the cracks in the wooden shutters, bringing the smell of damp pine and wet dirt with it.I woke up to the low, steady sound of Caleb moving around in the kitchen, followed by the soft clink of metal pots. I shifted on the couch, my left arm stiff and throbbing under the splint, but the pain was manageable. For a second, as the warmth of the room washed over me, I almost forgot where I was.Then I saw the dark shape of Caleb’s rifle propped up against the wall near the front door, and reality slammed right back into my chest."You're up," Caleb said softly, stepping into the living room with a steaming wooden bowl in his hand.He had changed into a dark flannel shirt, his hair still damp from washing his face. He walked over and set the bowl down on the low trunk next to the sofa. The rich smell of warm oats and syrup hit my nose, and my stomach instantly let out an embarrassing growl."Eat," Caleb said, a small, quiet smile t
CHAPTER 13CALEB’S POVThe crackle of the cedar logs in the fireplace sounded suddenly deafening.I sat frozen in the rocking chair, my elbows resting on my knees, staring at Elara. Her voice had dropped into a flat, icy register that sent an unexpected chill straight down my spine. The soft, gentle woman who had just coaxed a smile out of my little sisters ten seconds ago had vanished, replaced by someone with eyes like hollow slate."You're... glad?" I repeated, the word feeling strange and heavy on my tongue.Elara didn't flinch. She kept her good hand tucked into the fold of the wool blanket, her bruised face completely impassive as the firelight danced across her sharp jawline."My parents weren't like yours, Caleb," she said softly, staring unblinkingly into the flames. "They didn't love me. They didn't build a safe cabin in the woods or protect me from the world. They were the ones who sold me."My chest tightened. In the kitchen, the faint sound of Maya pouring tea into two ti
ELARA’S POVThe silence in the room was heavy as Caleb set to work. His hands were remarkably steady as he cleaned the dried blood from my skin with warm water, carefully dressing the horrific break in my arm with splints and fresh gauze.He didn't pry while he worked. He didn't ask about the raised metallic lump under my skin or the jagged surgical scars that crisscrossed my flesh. He just treated me with a quiet, careful gentle touch that made my eyes burn with unshed tears.Once he finished securing the splint, he stepped back, wiping his hands on a towel. The warm glow of the crackling fireplace washed over the cabin, casting long shadows against the log walls.I pulled the dry wool sweater he had given me closer around my shoulders, cradling my wrapped arm against my chest."Caleb?" I asked softly, my voice breaking the stillness.He looked up from his tackle box, his brown eyes quiet and attentive. "Yeah?""What were you doing out in those woods all alone in forty-degree rain?"
ELARA’S POVThe walk to the logging road was a blurred blur of agony, wet leaves, and Caleb’s heavy breathing beside me.My left arm hung uselessly, every jolt sending a sickening spike of white-hot pain straight up to my collarbone. Caleb kept his arm firmly looped beneath my good shoulder, bearing almost my entire weight as my bare feet dragged uselessly through the mud."Almost there," Caleb muttered, his voice strained as he pushed through a thick wall of pine branches. "Just a few more yards, Elara. Keep your eyes open."I forced my heavy eyelids up. Through the dense trees, the silhouette of a rusty, early-2000s pickup truck sat parked on a gravel trail, its rain-slicked body blending into the dark forest."I've got you," Caleb breathed, hurrying his pace. He dragged me to the passenger side, yanked the door open, and carefully hoisted me into the warm cab.The blast of stale, heated air hit my freezing skin, making every nerve ending react with an intense, stinging burn. A shar
DANTE’S POVThe door bursts open before my guard can announce it.My hand moves to my gun instantly. No hesitation. No thought.Every man in the room reacts the same way, weapons drawn, bodies shifting into formation. Control is everything, and control has just been interrupted.The man who stumble
DANTE'S POVI watched her struggle with the decision. I watched the tears stream down her face. I watched her look at her pathetic brother on the floor and back at me.She would sign. They always did when you gave them no other choice.But something about her face kept pulling at my memory. Somethi
ELARA'S POVThe night air hit my face as I stepped out of the hospital's back exit. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself and checked my phone again.Eight fifteen. I still had forty-five minutes before I needed to be at that warehouse.My stomach twisted with fear every time I thought about it.
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