Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Natasha’s POV

I woke to pain.

Sharp, throbbing pain in my abdomen where the guard had kicked me. Duller aches everywhere else-my ribs, my back, my head.

For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was or what had happened. Then it all came flooding back.

Davelina. They took Davelina. The guards dragged her away and I couldn’t stop them.

I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. The pain in my stomach flared, white-hot and nauseating. I gasped and fell back onto the hard floor.

How long have I been unconscious?

The light coming through the tiny window high up on the wall was dim and orange-tinted. Not morning. Late afternoon, maybe. Or early evening.

I’ve been out for hours.

The door to our room creaked open. I tensed, expecting guards or worse.

But it was Lucy who stumbled through the doorway.

“Lucy!” I tried to sit up again, more carefully this time. “Thank God. I thought-I was worried-”

The words died in my throat as I got a good look at her.

Oh no. Oh God, no.

Lucy looked terrible. Her dress was torn and bloody. Her lip was split, still oozing. One eye was swollen nearly shut, the skin around it purple and black. Her arms were covered in bruises-finger marks, like someone had grabbed her violently. And she was limping badly, favoring her left leg.

Scratches covered her neck and shoulders-some shallow, some deeper. Her hair was matted with what looked like dried blood and other fluids I didn’t want to identify.

“Lucy,” I breathed. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

She didn’t answer. Just stood there swaying slightly, her good eye staring at nothing.

I forced myself to stand, ignoring the screaming pain in my abdomen. Crossed the small room to where she stood.

“Lucy,” I said gently, touching her shoulder. “Talk to me. Please.”

She flinched at the touch. Then, slowly, her eye focused on me.

“Nathan,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Raw. Like she’d been screaming for hours. “You’re here. You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m here. Where else would I be?”

Lucy’s face crumpled. She started crying-harsh, painful sobs that shook her whole body.

I pulled her into a careful hug, mindful of her injuries. She buried her face in my shoulder and wept.

“It’s okay,” I murmured, though the words felt hollow. “You’re safe now. You’re back. It’s going to be okay.”

Lies. All lies. Nothing was okay. Nothing was safe.

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