25. Always.
Willa.
The thunder and the pounding rain are what wake me up. That—and the aching man curled up on the floor beside me.
Reid’s pain is getting worse. He groans in his sleep, but it’s not the kind of suffering that comes from his nightmares.
This pain is physical. I know it.
Carefully, I lift his shirt little by little, and my stomach twists at the sight of how badly he’s hurt. I frown at the brutality of it. Those men were complete animals with him, and if they were ordered not to kill him, they barely managed to obey.
Anger boils in my veins. I stand and start pounding on the door with my fists.
“Hey, you idiots!” I hit harder. “You sons of bitches, this man is dying in here!”
Beyond the sound of the rain, nothing.
Uneasy, I press my ear against the metal door and lis
