“Yeah.”
“That won’t be easy for Torrent.”
“I know, but there might not be a way around it.”
“They’ve had so much pain.I mean I wasn’t around to see it, but just hearing about it now breaks my heart.It just seems like such a waste that Devil still has to suffer now that it could all be over.”
“He’ll be okay, Ellie.He just was put through hell.It’s going to take him a while to get it straightened out in his head, you know?”
“I hope you’re right,” Ellie murmurs.
I hope I am, too…
Chapter47
Torrent
Walkingdown the dark stairway is not my favorite.It brings back memories I don’t want.My nose curls at the smell and I stop, unsure if I can go through with this.I know Diesel thought it would be the only way Logan would discuss things with me, but God…
“St…op.”
The voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable, but I know it at once.
I take a few more steps, still afraid, but needing to do this.I want my husband back.
I need him back.
“Logan?”I whisper tentatively, as I round the corner.
“Torrent, get the fuck out of here,” Logan growls, his voice sounding inhuman, as he talks to me in a way that he hasn’t before.
“Tor—”
“You don’t say her name!”Logan screams out, as he takes a large, gruesome looking bat and swings it into Wolf’s body.
“Logan, honey….”
“Get the fuck out of here!He doesn’t get to hear you.He doesn’t get to see you again.”
I look up at the misshapen body, hanging by chains from a hook.I hold my stomach as nausea threatens to rise.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think he can see anything anymore,” I murmur.Wolf’s face has oversized bandages over his eyes.I don’t know what Devil has done—but from the dark red traces of blood that show under the gauze, I can guess.
“God, Angel, just go.I’ll be up soon.”
“I can’t do that,” I tell him.Wolf is moaning, but I think Devil’s hits have made it so that he can’t talk to me, and for that I’m glad.
“You need to go, Torrent.”
“I’m not leaving without you, Logan.We’re a team, remember?”
“I’ll be up when I’m done.”
He sounds so tortured that tears begin falling from my eyes, I can’t stop them and I don’t even try.
“When are you going to be done, Logan?”
“I don’t know,” he responds, sounding lost.