Page 122 of Scarred
Something cracks in the distance and all of our eyes turn toward the noise.
“What was that?” the guard asks.
Another sound, this time closer, and although I can’t explain it, a feeling trickles down my spine, infusing me with a bit of strength.
Simon’s gaze locks on mine. “I’m going to save you.”
Panic wraps around my middle, not knowing what’s about to happen, but feeling in my gut that whatever it is, it’s no place for him to be. “Someone already is,” I lie. “Go wait for me in the tunnels, okay?” My voice is breathy, and weak. “I’ll meet you there.”
His lower lip trembles. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
* * *
Something tugs at my wrists,causing the worst physical pain of my life as my arms drop from where they’ve been hung. My eyes spring open, meeting the silent, pitch black of the night, and my body drops to the ground.
Delicate hands grab at my face, and I try to shake the fog from my mind so I can focus on what’s in front of me.
Something in the air has shifted.
Something has changed.
Water dribbles over me, and I tilt my head back, opening my mouth, gulping the liquid, allowing it to soothe my parched throat and sore muscles. Finally, logic filters back in and Sara’s beautiful, perfect features come into my view, looking like an angel of death as she grins.
She’s tied her hair in a bun, but curls fall out of the edges, and there’s a deep red line smeared across her cheek that looks a lot like blood.
“Are we in Heaven?” I murmur. I try to lift my hand, but agony shoots through my limb.
She grimaces. “No, my love. Right now? We’re in hell.”
I cringe when she helps pull me to a sitting position, and I shake my head of the haze and glance around. The guard from earlier is dead, sprawled on the ground with a shiny dagger sticking from the front of his throat.
“How?”
“Shh,” she whispers, her arms running down my naked chest and over my torn up body. “I’ll have to relocate your shoulders.” Her eyes meet mine. “It will hurt.”
I manage a soft smirk. “No more than thinking you were dead.”
She smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my lips, and with a sharp snap of her body weight, there’s an acute, agonizing pain, followed by a dull throb.
Groaning, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip until I taste blood.
“One more time, ready?”
“Ye-”
She snaps it back into place before I can finish the word, and I let out another groan of pain. Glancing around, she digs a small bottle out of her pocket.
Laudanum. “Are you going to drug me now?”
She lifts a brow. “Just take a little. For the pain.”
I grab the bottle and allow the bitter liquid to slide down my throat, and then she helps me to a stand. My body is worn and tired, shaky and bruised. But I’m alive.She’salive.
“How is this possible?”
Shouts sound in the distance and she places her hand over mine, looking at me. Fear squeezes my chest. I just got her back, I’m not ready to lose her again.
