Chapter 13.
NEVAEH.
Blood dripped down my nose, making my lips taste of metallic salt.
Yuck.
My right eye was swollen shut, and I was tied to a chair in the middle of some backwoods cabin, but there was nothing wrong with my hearing.
For the past God knows how long, Trevor had been fighting with an older man who sounded very similar to Trevor.
His father, probably.
And they were arguing over what to do with me.
Trevor didn’t want his dad to hurt me, but he didn’t want to keep me, either. The guy really didn’t know what he wanted. Not at all.
And although I should be terrified, and a part of me was, I knew my mates would come for me.
I could hear the men in the room moving around. All I could think was, what was going to happen when my mates arrived?
Would they get hurt?
What if
