"You're going to tell me. I have to know."
"You're making things up in your head." Did I sound convincing? Because I certainly didn't believe what I was saying.
Because I had felt that strange power electrify through me before it shot out. It didn't mean I understood it, but I sure as hell felt it.
Coming even closer, he sniffed the air.
"It doesn't smell very nice down here, does it?" I sneered, glancing at the bucket in the corner.
I could toss it at him, distract him, make a grab for the key, free my shackles, and run. My pulse thrummed in anticipation.
"There's something more here," he said, still sniffing. "With you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't even think you do. Are you sure you should be up and about after your coma?"
He bared his teeth, growl
