My stomach twisted with disgust.
Dorian clamped a hand on my bad arm and yanked me out of the bathroom. The pain was almost blinding, and I bit back a scream as he said, “We don’t have a lot of time. I don’t know what you did in there, but if a call got through, you might’ve just gotten a whole lot more people dead.”
Sia was on the bed, her eyes closed and her head bleeding.
“What are you talking about?” I rasped. The pain was almost numbing now as he dragged me out of the room.
He paused, glancing down. “I see I didn’t crush your throat enough. You can talk, huh?” His eyes held the same murderous glint as they had when he was interrogating me. “I’ll have to fix that real soon.”
I could see his grip crushing my hand, but I didn’t feel it. Sia had said two men, but as Dorian pulled me
