Grayson's POV
A couple of hours after the guard came to take Helix away, I heard the door to the dungeon creak open again. Light footsteps, almost unnoticeable, padded in my direction.
"Give me the trash from yesterday," Beckley commanded quietly. "I don't want to risk anyone seeing it. I have more water for you, too." He slid four bottles through the cell bars, and I quickly took them and stashed them, wrapping them in the unused shirt under my bed. I handed him the empty bottles from last night in return, which he stuffed in the pockets of his cargo shorts.
"You promise you'll take me with you?" he asked.
I nodded. "Absolutely. This place is a hell hole. You don't belong here, and we appreciate you helping us."
Beckley eyed me suspiciously for a minute, running a hand through his ha
