CYRUS
“I came here to get you out.” She whisper shouted, “And I don’t know the man. I only met him today. I asked a man at the gate for the person that runs this place and he took me to him.”
“Well, he wants you.” I said gruffly. I didn’t know what I was being an asshole, but I couldn’t stop myself.
What did she mean when she said she was here to get me out? How the hell did she plan on getting me out? Unless she had a key, there was no other way out here. I could lift a train, but somehow, I was not able to bend these irons. Whatever they were made of, it was strong as hell.
She shrugged. “I don’t want him.”
“What do you want?”
“Not what. Who.” She corrected, her voice a breathy rasp, “You.”
The honesty in her voice tugged at my heart and I took an involuntary step
