A shard of bone under his nails.
A silver collar laced with wolfsbane.
A cage that healed him just enough to let him feel everything again tomorrow.
And the screams. Goddess, the screams.
Keegan whistled as he followed, completely unbothered.
“This is going to be fun,” he said with a grin, blue eyes gleaming in the dark. “You think he’ll break in a day? Or two?”
“I think he’ll hold out just long enough to make it fun,” I replied.
And I meant it.
The car ride back was silent.
Well, almost.
Jonas moaned once in the back. Not even real sound—just a gurgle. Like he was waking up.
Storm inside me twitched with excitement.
Good. Let him wake up.
Let him feel the ropes bite into his wrists. Let him realize this wasn’t just some rogue joke.
Let him know he was ours now.
We crossed i
