The pain in my foot was second to the fear that pumped through my veins as I limped out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. I needed something to eat and I would be damned if I let myself starve to death while I waited for Eden to drag me into a dark room and finish the job.
Both men were sitting in the den, watching television and drinking coffee as if one of them hadn't just tried to drown me.
I spared a glance towards Eden but he didn't even acknowledge my presence. 'All for the best', I told myself as I spied a bit of a wet spot on his shirt.
At least I could rest easy knowing that it wasn't just all in my head.
When I got to the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of coffee and grabbed a pastry from the glass dome that I kept stocked with baked goods. It was a bit stale, b
