Oh God, I’d seen too much.That was it.That had to be it.
I saw the body.Saw Push with it, and now they’d dragged me underground somewhere to make sure I never talked.
My chest locked up and for a second, I couldn’t pull in air.
No.No no no.
I needed to calm down and forced air into my lungs.
Think.I just needed to think.
If they wanted me dead, would they have stitched your head up?Would they have an older guy checking my pupils and monitoring me?
Probably not.
Anchor stepped closer, his expression unreadable.
I immediately scooted backward on instinct until pain flared through my head again.
“Relax,” he said flatly.
That did not help at all.“You kidnapped me,” I blurted.
The older guy sighed loudly beside me.
Anchor looked unimpressed.
“We kept you from cracking your damn skull open worse than you already did,” he corrected.“And you were trespassing.”
“I was not!”My voice echoed harsher than I intended through the concrete room.We were definitely underground.My eyes darted around the room more carefully now.Concrete.Metal table.Storage shelves.Industrial lighting.And farther back, a steel door.
What the hell was this place?
A bunker?A basement?A murder dungeon?
God, I hope it wasn’t a murder dungeon.My brain was spiraling again.
“Take a breath,” the older guy said.
“I am breathing.”
“Barely.”
I glared at him weakly before looking back at Anchor.“What is this place?”
Anchor crossed his arms over his chest.“That answer depends on how much you’re gonna freak out.”
“Pretty sure we’re already past the freaking out stage,” I shot back.
The older guy snorted under his breath.
Anchor ignored him.“You’re under the clubhouse,” he said.
I blinked.“Under the…”
His stare stayed steady.“Clubhouse.”
“You have underground tunnels?”I asked, shocked.
