KATHERINE POV
Kyle pushed the door open.
The moment it did, a gust of cold air struck me in the face. Not just cold—unnatural. It was the kind of chill that seeped into your lungs, made your bones ache. The air felt thick, like it didn’t want to be breathed.
And then we heard it.
The voice.
Raspy. Desperate. Familiar.
“Katie!” he screamed. “Katie, I know it’s you! Help me!”
I smiled. so f*****g delusional. did he really think i was here to help him? I chose to keep quiet, needed to hear his rant with my own ears.
need to fuel the hot fury Hator was radiating in my body, needed to satiate the thirst of vengeance crawling up in my soul.
His voice sounded so fragile, like it had been starved and broken.
“They’re torturing me, Katie! No food, no water for a week! Please, baby! You l
