Silas's POV
The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through what felt like a narrow hallway. Someone fumbled with keys before shoving me forward hard enough that I stumbled. The blindfold ripped away from my eyes, and I squinted against the sudden burst of fluorescent lighting. This wasn't the warehouse I'd expected. The air smelled stale but not rotten, like an abandoned office building.
My gaze swept the room until it landed on her.
Bella sat hunched on a worn leather couch, Toby curled against her chest like he was trying to disappear into her arms. Her beautiful red hair hung in tangled waves around her face, and her skin had turned an alarming shade of pale. Dark shadows circled her eyes like someone had painted bruises there. She looked fragile in a way that made my chest constrict painfully. Her grip on Toby was fierce, protective, like she'd tear anyone apart who tried to separate them.
Every muscle in my body screamed to go to her.
