Hadley’s POV
I stare at the unmoving body of my vampire friend for what feels like a lifetime, my fingers gripping at my hair, tugging the short strands angrily. I know he isn’t dead and that he’ll come round at some point, but I don't have a choice but to leave him here and i'm already aware that there is a very good chance that our captor’s men will find him before he has a chance to wake up again. The man, who helped me to escape when he could have just left me behind, and got himself to safety, could very well rouse from his unconscious state and find himself right back where he was, in that damn cell, alone and suffocating from the darkness.
I growl loudly, the sound reverberating up and down the corridor, bouncing of the walls. I rub a hand down my face in frustration, we were supp
