Lincoln's POV
Turning on my heel, I don’t spare the unmoving body in the centre of the room a second glance, hurrying out of the dingy, windowless cell, through the abandoned warehouse toward the front of the building.
I find the door open, faint blood splatters on the ground, leading out and down the gravelled track toward where we hid out vehicles. Stepping out into the afternoon light, I run through the clearing, toward the lane, trying not to jolt my woman too badly but desperate to get her out of here.
I reach the gate in record time, shoving my shoulder to widen the entry without having to put Abbey down. I find Callan’s truck waiting for me, the doors unlocked as I wrench open the passenger door and slide Abbey inside, resting her head against the back of the seat before buckling
