Chapter Forty Eight.

Alex's POV -

"Alex? Alex? Alejandro!"

I'm being shaken awake, voices echoing through my ears. I try to use my mouth to speak but no sound comes out. My throat burns with fresh flames, the skin damaged and desperate for hydration.

"Water, get him some water!"

I feel warm hands wrap around the base of my neck, lifting it before cold water is poured against my mouth. I barely have enough energy to part my lips and allow it to trickle down my throat. I begin to cough and splutter, my body rejecting everything it's being offered.

"Wake up Alex, you're alive." Caleb's voice finally begins to make sense and I gasp, desperate for some air. The air in this room feels thick with damp, thick with the secrets and evil doing that I've just discovered.

Mama. . .

She was murdered by this man.