Chapter Seventeen
Alex. Are you up there? Alex. Alex. Alex.
The sound of his own name ricocheted through his aching head as he lay in bed. All morning, he’d felt an exhaustion unlike anything he’d experienced before. It had faded away, but he still couldn’t bring himself to rise.
Etta had been hurt this morning. Hurt and then healed. He was sure of it. That was what caused his current state. She was out there and there was nothing he could do to protect her.
Etta. Etta?
His time of imprisonment was beginning to scatter his brain. No. He didn’t hear Etta’s voice. His mind was playing tricks, giving him what he wanted most.
Alex.
He covered his ears and shook his head violently. Was La Dame playing a cruel joke? She was nothing but cruel. But he would not give in. He would not give he
