"It's easier for me to talk about it when I can feel you're safe," he said quietly. "Look, Ash. What you didn't see? It'd give you more nightmares if you had. But I'll tell you, don't start arguing. I'm just saying. You're not missing much. Five of us got out. The big guy and the other unconscious one, you and me, and a fairy who'd been there for a long fucking time, it sounded like. We cleared the labs. Killed everyone who was left, a couple of warlocks and one guard. And then we lit it all on fire, divided up the guards' cars, and took off as fast as possible."
Picturing that helped, actually, no matter how right Drew probably was about it not being something I'd have wanted to witness. Seeing the warlocks all torn to shreds in the lab where they'd tormented me might've only added to my trauma, but imagining it made me smile.
"What happened to the rest of them? I mean, the other prisoners?"
