Chapter Twenty
The smell of pain fills the air. Jonathan Scott is strung up by his wrists, shirtless and clearly beaten. His skin singed and turned black. How long have they been torturing him? By the dead look in Damon’s eyes, it’s been an eternity.
“What are you doing here?” Gabriel says when he sees us.
“Looking for you,” Avery whispers, clearly in shock. “How long have you been here?”
“You shouldn’t be here.”
She takes a step forward “Is this…a hospital?”
Jonathan Scott begins to laugh, a horrifying sound. Blood-tinged spittle flies onto the floor. “Does someone look sick to you, little girl?”
“You’re not looking very well at the moment,” she says.
“I’ve never been well, not really. Neither have you.”
Gabriel takes a step forward. “Don’t speak to her. You don’t f*****g speak t
