Page 89 of Don't Let Go

They weren’t going to get it.

“Well, we can’t exactly drill into her gray matter and pull it out,” Shaggy responded in a haggard, breathless voice. He actually sounded likehewas in pain. I wished I could see it.

“Make it work. She’s one woman, not even a particularly strong one. Use drugs if you have to. But I want that information reacquired. Work like your life depends on it.” Then a door slammed as the man left.

“Bastard,” Shaggy said, before he spit.

“Don’t push him,” Mr. Cold stated. “He will put the gun to your head himself and pull the trigger.”

“Where are you going?” Shaggy demanded.

“To get the adrenaline. She can’t answer anything if she’s not awake.” The door closed again. Not that I could do anything about it. I sagged against the restraints. They were the only things keeping me upright.

“If he had a better idea, they would have done something with it already.” The bag over my head jerked off. Oh. That was why I couldn’t see. Were my eyes open?

I wasn’t entirely sure. Shaggy’s grip bit into my face as he yanked my head back.

“This is going to get a lot worse for you,” he told me. I tried to focus on him, but nothing worked the way it should. “Do me a favor and don’t cooperate. I’ll enjoy taking you apart.”

The next time I woke up I was in the new cell. This wasn’t right. I didn’t go to the new cell then. That was later. It didn’t matter, it was like being ambushed in the dark with a blindfold. The images fell like blows I couldn’t avoid.

Across from me, they dropped a woman into the other cell. Right, the woman they wanted to be my friend. I tried to study her again without actually looking at her.

She was important, right?

Before I could see her face, I was being jerked backwards and a towel laid over my eyes and nose and mouth. Then water cascaded over me. I couldn’t breathe.

Spots danced before my eyes.

Then I was back in the cell. They were talking. “I don’t think it’s cause we can’t break her,” a man was saying.

“No?” The woman was talking to him. I knew I’d been right about her. But I didn’t know who the new guy was.

“No,” he said and he sounded almost apologetic. “I think she doesn’t know. These assholes are going to torture her to death to get it out of her.”

“Stone thinks she has it. Cartwright says she’s the one who took it. He confirmed the identification.”

“We should pull her out now, offer her protection…”

A door opened and closed somewhere else, but when I forced my eyes open, the man and woman were gone.

Everything hurt.

More images danced through my mind, jerking and twitching as electricity was applied. Memorizing the codes. Getting out of the cell. Making my way up.

Then they were there…

McQuade and Locke.

They were there and they’d come for me.

I jerked upright,a scream half-formed in my throat. Light pooled in the dark, but it reflected off a familiar bald head and a pair of familiar hazel eyes.

“Remy?” I was shaking all over. My body still hurt with all the phantom pain. The scars and the marks made sense now. It was both right there and a thousand miles away. My earlier headache was definitely present.

“I’m here, luv,” he promised and I surged up to meet him. I wrapped a hand around the back of his nape and dragged him downward. Our mouths crashed together and I drank him in like the air I so desperately needed.

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