K I A R A ' S P. O. V
"I'm sorry." My voice was cracked and broken, my lips dried over, as my parched tongue scratched against my throat. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Kalen sounded even worse. They didn't even know how long they've been down here.
During one of their house visits in Florida, a van pulled up on the side walk and some men threw them into the back. Kalen said he managed to kill three of them, but when the last grabbed ahold of Tessa and held a gun to her stomach he knew the only choice he had was to surrender.
"Tessa, baby how are you?" Tessa had hardly spoken. I think she was conserving her energy in hopes we would be able to break out of here. I hate the way they were degrading us.
Mikhail had us tied up like dogs in his basement, stripped to our under
