She didn't remain seated for long.
Only about ten seconds passed before she stood up. Her legs were still weak, but her mind was racing with terrifying clarity.
When Dominic said, "Your brother spent six hours on the operating table," he didn't mean the surgery took six hours. He had been stalling, waiting for her to break, waiting for her to collapse to her knees and beg him.
Avery pulled out her phone and scrolled to her chat with the sanitarium nurse. Ordinarily at this time, Julian's photos and daily medical charts would have already been sent. Today, there was nothing.
The man could cut off her connection to the sanitarium with a single command. He was omnipotent in this city.
She had no way of knowing if her brother was suffering, or if he was even conscious. Closing her eyes, s
