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Sophie scooted across the concrete floor and placed Callum’s head in her lap. Grasping the bowl of lukewarm broth, she tilted Callum’s head up as she poured the soupy mixture into his mouth. Thankfully his reflexes still worked. He swallowed the liquid without a problem. She finished the slow process of feeding him and set the bowl on the hard floor.
Next, she dabbed a napkin at his face and mouth before running the pads of her fingers over his features. He looked so peaceful, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked around them. Part of her envied him. It would be nice to snooze through this ordeal, oblivious to the horrors around her. But he’d been resting so long she was beginning to worry something was wrong with him.
What had the hunters done to him? It’d been three days, by her count, since he’d last been awake. Each morning their captors hauled him off for what felt like hours—though it could really only be minutes—and then returned him. What they did during the absence she had no idea. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know either.
Judging by his unconscious state, it wasn’t good. Serena still lie in the middle of the aisle. The steady beep of the machines and ventilator taunted her constantly. This was her punishment, or the start of it anyway. There was more to come and as hard as it was to have Serena in the room, she imagined the next dose of torture would be far worse. She shuddered at the sound of the ventilator forcing her sister’s lungs to work.
She couldn’t look at her sister—not when she was like this. Every time she did, she saw the ropes that circled her neck, her bulging eyes and violet lips. She shuddered at the thought, focusing instead on Callum’s pink lips. He was alive, and hopefully she could save him.
Sophie trailed her finger up his cheek and lifted his eyelid, searching for any signs that he was coming to. His pupils responded immediately, and she screeched as his hand jutted up and grasped her wrist.
Callum squeezed her arm tightly and she winced, fearing the bones would snap under his brute strength.
“You’re hurting me,” she said, her voice rising as she tried to get out of his grasp.
Callum blinked, frowned, and then released her wrist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…I thought it was them.”
“It’s okay,” she said as she rubbed her sore forearm. She got it. Had it been her waking, her body would’ve no doubt reacted the same way. Her mind drifted to her earlier thoughts as she wondered again what the hunters had done to him. “How do you feel?”
Callum closed his eyes and opened them again, staring up at the ceiling. “A little hazy,” he said. “How long was I out this time?”
Sophie worried her bottom lip. “Three days.”
Callum blew out a breath. “Any word on Eden or Xander?”
“No. I’d like to think they got away.” She didn’t want to get too hopeful. It always ended in heartbreak for her. The pair could’ve easily been captured and transferred to another facility, but their absence gave her reason to dream. Maybe, just maybe, she could finally get out of this dungeon.
Callum was quiet for a long moment. “They did,” he said determinedly.
Sophie wanted to ask him how he was so sure, but feared he might say something to dampen her spirits. She’d lost hope a long time ago. Now that she had even a sliver of it again, she just wanted to hold onto it for a bit longer. It couldn’t hurt to dream, could it?
“Did I miss anything?” he asked as he rolled to his side and struggled to sit up.
Sophie reached behind him and supported his weight as he flailed, trying to sit. “Careful,” she said. “You’ve been out for days, and the hunters...” She didn’t finish the sentence not wanting to alarm him.
“I’ve been out too long,” Callum said as he gripped his forehead and gently massaged it.
Sophie stayed behind him. Though he was a strong man, there was no telling what had been done to his body. Too many times she had seen the strongest shifters crumble after the abuse the hunters dealt.
“My head is killing me,” he said as he rubbed at his eyes.
Sophie stretched, wiggling her fingers as she grasped a bottle of water that had accompanied their meals. “Here. Drink this.”
Callum’s digits grazed over her hand as he took the water. His fingers fumbled with the lid before he finally removed it and took a drink.
Bethany Shaw is the author of the following series: Werewolf Wars, Hunted, Times Journey, Wayward Wolves, Rainier Pack, and the standalone stories: The Best Mistake, Rescued by the Bear, and Claiming His Mate.