A BOMB

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. Fear mixed with doubt and a sense of dread coiled around my throat as I watched Eldric cock and uncock his gun multiple times while he stood not too far from me. I knew what he was doing; an intimidation tactic, and I swear to fuck it’s working. My eyes left his form to stare at the man I called dad for most of my life, as he sharpened a knife in another part of the dark warehouse. For the past couple of hours I was here, all I could smell was the damp concrete I was seated on, and I had to bear the pain in my lower belly as hunger bit at me. So far, all they’d given me was a cup of dirty water, which still sat at my feet beside the heavy chains. Lucien….where are you? My heart can barely take this despair anymore. I flinched at the sound of Valour’s maniacal laughter, along with the graze of his knife against the iron to sharpen it. “What are you planning?” I squeaked even as my heart pounded, and my mind screamed at me to shut the hell up. The moment I spoke