Chapter 113

There’s a pause, then the faintest whisper. “They’re alive. Sloane and Roxanne. They’re here.”

I close my eyes, the air leaving my chest all at once. *Alive.*

Dom keeps talking, voice barely audible. “We’re chained. Small room. Concrete floor. Single bulb overhead. Ventilation hums in the ceiling, likely driven by a generator. Two guards check in every five minutes. Russian accents, maybe Romani