Chapter 91. That… Face

Calla lay there on the cold floor, pinned under the weight of the tipped-over chair, her cheek pressed against the wet concrete. All she could hear was her own fast, loud, ragged breathing, and the wild beating of her heart banging in her ears like it wanted to break out of her chest.

Hot tears kept coming, mixing with the dried water on her face. Her wrists throbbed where the rope had rubbed them raw, and every small twitch sent fresh stings up her arms.

She tried to move her legs, but the chair legs were tangled with them, holding her down as if it were part of the trap.

“Eli…” she whispered again, but it came out so small, barely more than a breath. No one answered. The room stayed quiet, like it was waiting for something bad to happen next.

She closed her eyes for a second, trying to calm down, trying to think. She had to get loose and find her brother quickly. But the fear sat heavily on her, making her feel small and weak. Every time she pictured Eli hu