Just thinking of Bobbi brings my mood back down. I’m so scared for her. I hate that we are here, not doing anything when we should be out looking for her. But where do we look? Our best bet is waiting for Elizabeth to call Daniel.
Shit… I forgot about him.
“Where’s Daniel?” I ask as we take a seat by the fire.
“In the dungeon.” Jols gestures her head towards the shipping container that I know sits over the old Vixen’s Lodge Estate dungeon. The same dungeon I beat Wendy to a pulp in.
Flashes of my fist, encased in a metal knuckle duster, rush through my mind, and the feeling of it cracking against her cheek, tearing her skin open, sends a shudder through me.
Monster.
I can’t run from what I did. Who I became…whoI’vebecome.
“I want to see him,” I say quietly, watching Jols stiffen in my peripheral.
“Daniel?” she asks, like she’s hoping I’ll say no.
“Ineedto see him.” I shift my gaze to hers, catching the concern washing over her expression.
“Is this going to be a Wendy repeat?” she deadpans, and I shake my head, knowing deep in my bones that it won’t be… I think.
No… no, it won’t.
Monster.
“I need Daniel alive for now,” I remind her, and she shrugs.
“He’s not alone down there. Brody’s on watch, and Lewy is set up ready for when Daniel’s mum calls.”
“Oh…” My brows shoot up.
I hadn’t realised everything they were doing. I kind of thought he’d be locked in the dark, much like Wendy was.
Standing, I shoot Jols a reassuring smile that I don’t think works, and make my way across the yard, tugging my jacket closer to my neck as I walk, trying to keep myself warm.
When I reach the shipping container, I ignore the sign that says,Southern Sadists Only, and pull open the door, stepping inside.
Lewy is sitting behind a wall of monitors at the other end of the container, his gaze shooting to me as I close the door.
“Uhhh, you shouldn’t be in here.”
I smile, like I didn’t just hear him speak, and hurry to the ladder staircase that goes down under the earth.
“Ringo’s in church,” I say as I go, not really giving him an answer, and he curses, his chair scraping across the old timber floor.
“I can’t let you go down there.” His voice is loud now, and I glance up to see him at the top, glaring down at me, so I shrug.
“I just have a few questions for him. Which ismyprerogative, since he’smyprisoner. Not yours.”
Lewy’s dark brows hitch, and he gives me a nod. “Best not kill him then.”
I roll my eyes and continue down. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
When I reach the bottom and glance back up, I see Lewy run his hand anxiously through his hair, but he doesn’t try to stop me, so I spin and face the door, which is ajar.
Tugging on the heavy metal, it creaks open, and Brody steps into view, his brows high, his eyes questioning.
“Don’t you start with me too,” I snap, and he holds his hands up in surrender, never looking more like his brother than in this moment.
