"Down those stairs, is where your husband is being kept," Austin stopped in front of a flight of stairs that descended into darkness.
"He's probably unconscious, I beat him good before you came here, just in case he tried to cause a commotion. Should we take a look?"
My insides knotted at the thought of Austin beating a helpless Phoveous to a bloody pulp down there. The images of him I saw back when I used to have nightmares at the boarding school came flooding back to me and I felt sick. I had no reason to think he was lying either, he was fully capable, and I had seen what he did to Phoveous on the day he kidn*pped him.
The feeling in my gut worsened by the thought of Austin finding Phoveous gone. Or finding him the process of being taken back. We'd be outnumbered and we'd all be sc
