9 CHLOE
Luke looked visibly shaken when he winced, and he swallowed as if he’d just ingested razor blades. But then he met my gaze from the table that he was still leaning on and pressing his hands against.
“I’m not leaving,” he assured as he straightened. “I’m just going to go get help. Trick’s up there. I’ll be right back.”
“No.” I didn’t care. He was here now, and I couldn’t lose that. “Don’t leave me,” I repeated.
“Chloe,” he growled sternly. “I can’t stay here and help you. I need to go find something to help break you free.”
“Someone else can break me free,” I tried. “You stay. Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be right back,” he swore.
But I screamed, “No!” at the top of my lungs. Then breathing hard, I added, “What if he comes back?”
Luke sounded way too reasonable when he shook his h
