Chapter Forty Three - Loss
William
Hannah came out of the barn, her eyes glued to the ground, her face slightly flushed. I noticed she kept her hands fisted at her sides, and the buttons of her dress were out of line. I raised my eyebrows at Heath. Poor, over protective brother pressed his lips into a grim line. “Hannah...”
“Ryborg Pharmaceuticals,” She snapped, without looking at her brother. She continued past us and back toward the pack house. It wasn’t exactly a location, but with a name, and Google, we would be able to track it down.
Once she went into the house, I went back into the barn, followed by Heath. I half expected to find our prisoner gone, but he was still there, exactly as we had left him, strung up to the post, his head leaning back, eyes closed. Only now
