Chapter Ninety One
Daxton’s POV
My eyes slowly open and I blink blearily at the bright white haze above me, trying to get it to come into focus.
My head is pounding, and my body feels like it’s been through a grinder, I’m not sure if there is a part of me that doesn’t hurt.
Slowly the ceiling comes into focus, and I tiredly try to figure out where I am, the memories start to come back to me, the basement, Tyson, being hit over and over again as Lilian tries to protect me.
Lilian! I try to sit up in panic, desperate to look for her, is she OK? Has he hurt her? My body refuses and the swift lance of agony through my body makes me howl feebly.
To my right, something jolts upward and I prepare for Tyson to come into view but instead, long brown hair falls across my face just before the f
