Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
He waited until he knew I couldn’t get to her. He wants me to suffer, but she’s the one suffering right now. Her fear is being buried alive. And that’s exactly what he made sure to do to her.
“Saint?” Tyson calls out.
“Yeah?” I snap out of it.
The sound of doors opening and closing tells me they’re getting in the car before the roar of the engines comes through the speakers. “Where was she last?” he asks.
“Carnage,” Kash answers. “We had to leave so she and Haidyn stayed behind.”
Just then my laptop alerts me of a new email. Kashton’s eyes meet mine as he sits in front of it.
“What is it?” I ask.
“We just received an email labeled Haidyn.”
“Fuck.” Tyson sighs, knowing exactly what that means. “We’re headed to Carnage. Finn thinks he has an idea of how to track her. I’ll call you as soon as we get there.”
Kashton hangs up, and then I turn to face the cracked TV. It still works just has lines through it. Kash puts a new video on, and we watch it play out.
It’s of the entrance of Carnage. The surveillance cameras are pointed down at the front double doors. They slam open, and she’s thrown over a man’s shoulder. She kicks the best she can, but her hands are tied behind her back. She manages to knee him in the face, and he drops her.
She’s got the ball gag in her mouth, and she tries to scoot away, but he grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet before tossing her to another guy. He carries her out of sight, and two new men enter Carnage. They are on either side of an unconscious Haidyn. His feet drag behind him, his shirt covered in blood. His head is down, so he might be dead, but I can’t tell.
“Cut the cameras,” a guy says into the radio on his bulletproof vest, and it goes black. I continue to stare at it, and new footage appears. It’s like the one room Ashtyn was in, but this is a different one.
Haidyn is brought in and placed on a table. He’s strapped down just like she was—ankles, wrists, and one across his chest.
The door opens once more, and Devin enters the room. “Jesus,” he hisses when he sees Haidyn, running over to him and demanding, “What happened?”
One of the guys holds a gun to the back of Devin’s head. “Save him.”
Just then, Haidyn opens his eyes. Taking in a shaky breath, he looks around aimlessly.
Nodding, Devin moves over to the cabinets. “I just need to sedate him.”
“No!” a guy barks out.
Devin turns to face the room. “I can’t help him unless he’s sedated. I have to cut him open—”
“You’ve got two choices.” The man interrupts him, moving the gun and pressing it into the side of Haidyn’s head. “You either cut him as is, or you give him a shot of adrenaline.”
Devin looks at Haidyn and then at the guy and nods. He begins to rummage through the cabinets and drawers, tossing items he needs onto a metal tray. Then he grabs more restraints from a cabinet underneath the table.
“What the fuck is that for?” one of the men asks.
“What you have on him now won’t be enough,” Devin explains, connecting a leather belt to the side of the table and throwing it over Haidyn’s waist. “Once the adrenaline hits, he’ll be hard to keep down. I need him as immobile as possible, especially if I cut him open.” He tightens the belt and then places two more across his legs. He pulls a mouthpiece out of a drawer and turns to Haidyn. “Open,” he orders.
Haidyn’s eyes find Devin’s, and what he says makes the hairs on my neck stand. “Ash-tyn?”
One of the guys laughs. “That bitch is as good as dead. You’ll be lucky to join her.”
Haidyn opens his mouth to say something, and Devin shoves the mouthpiece into it, not wasting any time. Then he takes the needle, plunging it into Haidyn’s bloody chest.
FIFTY-SEVEN
SAINT
We’re landing and in the car within an hour and twenty minutes. Way too long but as fast as we could get back. We enter Carnage when my cell rings. I answer on speakerphone. “We’re here…”
“We found her. Sending you a pin now.”
I hang up and look down at my cell. We race to the back of Carnage and run through the woods. My heart hammers in my chest.
Voices come from deep within the trees, and I’m sucking in breath after breath as I watch the guys grow closer. Ryat stands next to the broken box, shovel in hand. Tyson is down on his knees next to a body.
“ASHTYN!” I scream, running faster, not sure where I got the rush from, but knowing I have to get to her.
“Saint.” Tyson stands and turns to face me. He moves in front of me, hands on my chest, bringing me to an abrupt stop.