Chapter 23“Elis.” Latham’s rich voice soaked through Elis’s skin, wrapping him in warmth. Elis couldn’t see him though. “Elis,” he said again. His cologne lingered somewhere above Elis. Were they at Latham’s estate? But there was a cloying scent of antiseptic and blood. Sounds echoed strangely, voices Elis could only just hear. He thought they were safe here, alone with only each other for comfort and company. But the voices grew louder, hurried and urgent, intruding on them. He couldn’t hear Latham’s voice among them.
“Latham,” Elis groaned, hands clenching, trying to find him in the consuming dark. But there was nothing but empty air around him. “Victor?”
“It’s all right. I’m here.”
“Where?” Elis asked, but he hadn’t even opened his mouth. His mind was screaming, reaching out to Latha
