TWENTY-THREE
Lying in the dark with her wrists attached to the bed, Tulsi breathed through her anger and adrenaline. Reminding herself that Wreck was close by helped. She had no way to know whether he was in the apartment beneath her or in a cell further down. But he was in the building.
In her attempts to persuade Wreck to get to safety far from Merchant, Tulsi hadn’t given enough credit to what it would mean having him nearby. That strength burned in her. It gave her enough fire to stay strong. For that moment, though their time was limited, they were both alive and under the same roof.
After her heartrate climbed back down, she fell asleep. When she woke up in the dark room, with thick drapes blocking out the light from the windows, there was no way to tell what time it was or how lo
