Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brina
I could handle almost anything life threw at me, whether that included being kidn*pped or beaten. What I couldn’t handle was seeing it happen to Trinity. My whole adult life, I’d prepared myself to fight, to keep those I loved safe. My failure hit me hard. I didn’t like seeing Trinity chained to a chair and crying her eyes out in fear. I was supposed to keep her safe. I wanted to tell her it’d be all right, but couldn’t force the words out. I didn’t know how this would end.
The tape across my lips tore at my skin every time I moved my mouth. The dark, musty basement reeked of mold and it made me gag. If I threw up, I’d have to swallow it down. The thought made me even sicker.
A dull light came from an old lamp in the corner, revealing a set of blankets on the
