Back at the hideout, the air still smelled like sewer water, copper, and wet concrete. Silas groaned as Ara straightened his arm out, trying to work the spasm out of his shoulder. She rinsed a towel in a basin of lukewarm water, wrung it out, and pressed it against the bruise on his bicep. He flinched hard, jaw tight, biting down whatever sound wanted to come out of him.“Sorry,” she muttered, easing off the pressure a little.“It’s fine,” he said, though his voice said otherwise. “Keep going.”Daniel pulled up a crate and sat across from them, his face grim in the low light. “What else did you get out of those players, Silas? Did they know who put them there?”“They didn’t even know each other at first,” Silas said, wincing as she adjusted her grip. “Except a few—some cousins, a couple of brothers. NexMind grabbed them off the street, out of their apartments, off their jobs, wherever, and none of them knew why at the time. It wasn’t until they were all stuck in the same block toget
Read more