Chapter 26
June 29
It was not Emmett’s knees meeting the ground with a nasty clack that had him crying out in agony when he was released from the shackles. It was his arms. Blood raced to resettle, pounding like stallion hooves though his veins. It was Silas that offered Emmett mercy, stepping forward and kneeling beside him to rub and knead Emmett’s arms with strong hands. “Rise up, Emmett,” Silas whispered. “Show them all that you are still strong.”
Emmett lifted his eyes and saw another of the captors had passed in the night. Grey skin, eyes open in an everlasting stare, mouth still parted in an unheard last word—Emmett envied the man his release. Silas followed Emmett’s line of sight. “Don’t look, sir.”
Emmett snorted. “You do not need to use that title on me, sir. I am not deservi
