I chuckled, leaning into him. “I’ll buy you another one, whenever we get out of this mess. Speaking of escaping, how do you feel?”
“Right now? Well, thanks to you, my legs are jelly, sweetie,” Ramsay said with a smirk. “Give me a few hours to rest. Then I’ll be right as rain.”
I nodded seriously. “Tonight, then?”
“Tonight it is. I want to get out of here before we find out what kinda nonsense they have planned for us. I--”
Ramsay stopped, his eyes going wide as somebody began speaking outside the storage room window--loud, firm and vaguely irritated.
A familiar and venomous voice that turned my blood to ice.
“What do you mean you haven’t sent your people yet?”
For a moment I was too gripped by fear to breathe. There was no way it could be him. It couldn’t be.
Neil.
