Chapter 97

He is still in the same sweats and t-shirt from earlier and looks slightly dusty compared to how filthy I was. Although, I spot the reddening marks on his knuckles and slight bruising from this angle and shiver at knowing exactly how he got them. It’s more than punching one man one time in his throat would cause, and I guess they found the other one.

Alexi would not be here already if they hadn’t. Knowing him, the guy is tied up in some warehouse somewhere while his most trusted interrogates the life out of him. From what I have heard, Alexi only occasionally does it himself, but I can guarantee his knuckles are evidence of him taking his fury for me out on someone else. It’s why he’s calmer. He had his outlet, which puts me in a better position and less likely a target for that much high-energy aggression. That’s a blessing in itself.

“Funny.” I glance up at him warily, with no genuine amusement in my tone and stay in my upright perched position, pulling more bubbles to