Chapter Sixteen

LYLA

It may have been days, or only hours since I'd been left in the darkness. My arms ached from being tightly constricted above my head with a rope that was biting into my skin, causing it to blister. The smell of blood mingled with sweat sickened me, or maybe it was the knowledge that I knew it was my blood that clicked against the cold cement floor beneath my feet.

My body cried out to me in anguish, pleading with me to scream, relieve the hurt with sound. But every time I opened my mouth not a single noise was released. My throat couldn't manage it, it scorched from dehydration. With every breath I lugged into my chest a stabbing pain would follow.

Just as I was about to be towed into senselessness, I felt a warm shiver travel down my spine. I could almost swear I heard Jesse's velvet tune caress my ears.

"Just keep breathing."