Chapter 25.
Willa.
Thunder and pouring rain is what wakes me up, also the sore man curled up on the floor beside me.
Reid is going through more and more pain, he moans between dreams, but not the kind of suffering he has in his nightmares.
This pain is physical, I know.
Carefully, I slowly lift his shirt, noting how badly he is hurt. I frown when I see the violence with which he was beaten. Those guys were complete animals and if they were ordered not to kill him, they only narrowly missed.
Rage roars like lava in my veins and I get up, slamming the door hard.
"Hey, you assholes!" I pound harder with my fists. "Sons of bitches, this man is dying here!"
Beyond the pounding of the rain, nothing is heard.
I stick my ear to the metal door and listen carefully.
Not a soul can be he
