Elvira
My knees scraped the concrete as I fell, gasping. The cold air hit my lungs as though I’d been underwater for too long. The pain in my head pulsed like war drums, each beat reminding me I was still alive… and somehow trapped.
But then I heard it, footsteps. Not the heavy boots of the guards who usually came with leering smiles and syringes. These were lighter, faster, anxious.
“Hey,” a familiar voice hissed, just as the steel door groaned open.
My heart stopped.
“Callan?” I blinked, stunned. My hands flew up as if to shield myself from the memory of his betrayal, of being dragged here, blindfolded, drugged, and betrayed.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he rushed toward me, a hooded jacket in one hand and what looked like a stolen keycard in the other. “We don’t have t
