On the next day, Jay got up on the bed before Zinon. It was past midnight again when he came back. Jay had been awake waiting for him. He didn’t know, but ever since the first attack of those wolves, his sense of smell became twice as sharp. A scent of soap mixed with blood had been sniffed by Jay on Zinon’s body. And he could only imagine what this man did with his prisoners. Not wanting to sleep with somebody’s blood under his nose, Jay pushed him into the tub. After grabbing some random bottle of soap and dumping it into the water. He ordered the man to clean himself before going to bed while he waited in the room.
Jay had been sending messages with the phone Zinon had given him since he had lost his to who knew where and when. Good thing, he had Tony’s number memorized in his mind. W
