Chapter 94

• Lana
• “I do.” I force my shoulders back and try to look stronger than I feel. My wrists ache as I test the movement of my tied hands behind my back. Now that I’m no longer strapped to the chair, my fingers can barely reach the side pocket of my shorts.
• Across the room, Xander drags the metal table into the center of the warehouse. The legs scrape hard against the cement floor, the sound sharp enough to make my teeth hurt. Every nerve in my body already feels stretched thin.