(Jeremy’s POV)
When the door opened I wasn’t sure how to feel. But then a slight growl, followed by a little squeak of surprise and a whoosh as someone passed me, was enough to cause me to settle on cautious and hopeful. “Make a sound and I’ll rip your throat out.” Ned said and I found myself choking back a growl.
“What are you doing back down here?” I asked and she looked up at me with those crystal blues so pure and innocent as she said, “I came back to help you.” She stretched her hands out and in them was gauze and some sort of salve.
At first I frowned, not understanding why she thought I needed medical attention. But then it hit me. My head. She must’ve seen the blood and thought I was injured. “How did you get free? No one’s ever gotten loose before.” She asked and to my surpris
