Page 132 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
Willow squeezes her eyes closed tighter. “A cabin.”
Acid climbs my throat.
Dr. Bird jots notes in his own notebook. “Did you recognize it?”
She shakes her head. “No, it looked…” Her head tilts to the side slightly, as if she can see it in her mind and is searching for the proper way to explain it. “Strange.”
“Strange how?”
“Old.” A pause. “Very rundown.” Then another as she examines the image in her head. “Not like any cabin I’ve been in around McBride Mountain, where people live now. Barely livable.”
Her description piques my interest, and I push off the wall, narrowing my eyes on her before allowing my gaze to meet Liam’s, Connor’s, and Tony’s.
We know this mountain better than anyone—every resident, every property, every damn cabin.
Which means we have to know whoever was holding her.
Even Raven seems to have switched into full-on reporter mode, the intensity of her focus on Willow and every word she’s saying like a laser.
Dr. Bird keeps pushing her. “What did you smell?”
Willow clenches her eyes closed, taking a long inhalation. “Burning wood. A fire.”
“What did you hear?”
“Footsteps.”
I tense as if I can hear them, too. Anticipating what she’ll say next. What she might reveal. The identity of the monster who took her from me.
Who is the bastard, Honeybee?
“Someone’s saying the name ‘Bobby’ again.”
Who the fuck is Bobby?
Something tells me that name is important—essential to unraveling all of this.
Tony glances up from his notes to meet my gaze, raising a dark brow, asking if I know who she might be talking about. I shake my head. Unfortunately, the name doesn’t ring a bell.
Dr. Bird assesses Willow, giving her another moment to regain control of her breathing. “And can you see his face?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“What does his voice sound like?”
“Low, rough, older.”
“And what did he say?”
Her body starts shaking, her hands moving to the armrests again, fingers curling around them. A sob slips from her mouth, so filled with anguish I feel it radiate through my own body. “Welcome home.”
The doctor glances at me. “You’re safe. Go back to your safe place. Remember where you were in the cabin with Killian in the chair.”
She shakes her head, her lips trembling. “I can’t.” Another sob rents the air. “I’m…” Her breaths shorten, punctuated by soul-crushing pain. “He’s…”
No.
My control snaps. “That’s enough!” I finally stalk away from the wall. “Get her out of it.”
