CHAPTER TWELVEABBY
DAY FIVE and SIX
After they had taken Cain away, Abby sat on the bed and stared into space for hours. A few times she had glanced over at Demon. But as soon he saw her looking, he slammed his shoulder into the barrier and let out ear-splitting roars. She knew that if Cain came back like that, she was dead. She had no delusions that she could reason with him with that damn drug in his system. He wouldn’t be the sweet Cain. He would be the man possessed. Manic and ready to kill.
Abby sighed. She was getting frustrated. With Cain, who wouldn’t speak, and at herself at spending all her time in this cell and doing nothing about it. She needed to figure out a way to see the rest of this place. Maybe if she saw more, got the layout, she could work out an escape plan. The que
