Even In The Darkness
The heat woke her. That and the silence. Until then there had been noise, movement, hushed voices — sounds both terrifying and comforting. Tori Riley levered up, biting back a groan as she forced herself to a sitting position. The room was the same — ugly and mean, its water-marked walls and rotted carpet reeking of age and neglect. Sunlight filtered through the dirt-crusted window, burying the room in stifling heat. Tori's throat was dry with it, and she reached for the cup that sat beside her on the floor, the shackles on her wrists clanging together.
The cup was empty. Just as it had been last night. How much longer would they make her wait? She glanced toward the door, wishing it open, straining to hear above the pounding of her heart. The world beyond her prison seemed empty of life, the sounds she'd been hearing for the past few days absent.
Abandoned.
The word slipped into her mind; icy terror pumped through her veins. Did they know? Had they found the box? Or worse, had they found Melody?
The thought brought renewed energy. She threw her weight against the chains that held her, ignoring the harsh st ... read full excerpt from: Even in the Darkness ebook
