CHAPTER 29
The first thing Simon noticed when she came to him that morning was her neck. As soon as the guard let her in the cell, Simon rushed up. “What happened?” With little regard for potential onlookers, he fingered the blaring streaks of blue and purple.
Her throat quivered. “I just came to see how you’re feeling.”
“Who did this to you?”
When she finally looked up at him, her eyes gleamed with such unspeakable sorrow, he hardly even recognized her. She felt his forehead and cheeks. “No fever. You haven’t been sweating much?”
He balled his hands into fists. “Who hurt you?”
“How has your appetite been?”
He hated this charade, this game. He envisioned taking her into his arms and holding her until the National Security agents came and tore them apart. He was willing to die for on
