Chapter 30 The Cut At His Temple

• Before I can argue, Victor’s hand slides more firmly around my waist. The other braces lightly at my elbow as he turns me toward the open door. He does not rush me this time. He lowers me carefully, watching my face the whole way down. When pain catches at my side and my breath sharpens, his mouth tightens. He waits until I am fully inside before letting go.
• He does not close the door.
• Behind Victor, one of the guards remained a few yards away, radio in hand, keeping watch over the open stretch of concrete.