Chapter 58

“I certainly hope this works,” Morgan said as he sat back against the wooden wall of his cell, holding his arm tightly.

“Should I tell Evan who gave him this blood?”

“I think he’ll know.”

Annette nodded and stood. She left the cell, shut the door, and relocked it on the other side. Morgan leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He prayed this plan worked.

* * * *

“I’ve brought you something.”

With his senses muddled from hunger, Evan could barely make out the petite woman who knelt on the floor in front of him. He felt her remove the cloth gag from his mouth. He licked his lips, wetting them for the first time in several hours.

“Here, please drink this,” the woman said.