The Past Catches Up
"Get up."
The voice was ice, brittle, slicing through the taut silence like a knife edge.
Adrian didn't stir for a moment. He sat where they had placed him, his wrists cuffed, his shoulders rigid. His head pounded;his body bruised from the incessant floggings Kade's men had administered. But none of that mattered. Pain was something he had learned to live with a long time ago.
Standing across the room was the real pain.
Flora.
She stared at him, her eyes ablaze with unspoken questions, with something else-with something that twisted his stomach.
Kade sighed melodramatically, rolling his eyes. "Oh, come on, don't make this harder than it has to be." He nodded at his men.
Rough hands grabbed Adrian, yanking him to his feet.
Flora flinched.
Adrian gritted his tee
