Chapter 17
Sam paced the room, heart pounding with a ferocious beat that echoed in his fist. His hand still hurt from punching Dante, but the elation that he had experienced when the man staggered and stared at him with wide eyed shock still coursed through him. In all his exchanges with Dante he had felt completely helpless. Alone. But now, he felt that that at least he had a fighting chance, and tolerating another round of his depravity was not something he was willing to take any more without a fight. He knew in his heart that the likelihood was that he would be forced, that Dante would return and restrain him in some way, but at least he had shown him that he was not the compliant, terrified boy that he had been. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
Emotion was bubbling through him
