Irrevocable

Dan stood in front of the wide window in his room and just gazed out; they were surrounded by only forest and it strangely reminded Dan of his time at the mansion with the Sentinels.

Dan's eyes lowered. He wondered where the Sentinels were—where they all were.

He hadn't heard Peace in days, it made him jittery in a way.

He'd been held at the hell hole for days now, locked up in his room. They'd starved him, hadn't given him anything to eat or drink.

But he was hardly hungry for human food. He could smell the thick scent of fresh blood in the air; that was not only what he could smell. He could also smell the putrid stench of rotting flesh.

Dan's stomach growled.

The day before, Thomas had sent in two more girls into his room and they'd both left.

He'd been furious Dan hadn't 'consumed' them like he wanted him to.

Dan sighed and closed his eyes.