Faith
The icy dampness of the concrete floor seeped through my thin clothes, but the dull, throbbing pain in my shoulder was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. Bound tightly to the heavy wooden chair, every shallow breath rattled against my bruised ribs.
The heavy iron door at the top of the basement stairs groaned open.
Footsteps echoed down the metal risers—heavy, deliberate boots, followed by the light, dragging sound of small sneakers.
My heart slammed against my ribs. "Noah..." I choked out, my raspy voice barely a whisper.
Through the shadows, two of Victor’s armed men dragged Noah down the stairs. His navy suit was disheveled, his small face pale and streaked with dirt and fresh tears. The moment his big brown eyes found me tied to the chair, a sharp, ragged gasp tore f
