#Chapter 93: Forbidden Meetings

Abigail The iron bars separating us were thick, rusted, and bolted into the stone like the universe itself wanted to make sure no one got in—or out. Probably both. But Theo? Theo looked about as concerned as someone lounging in a hammock, sipping lemonade. He was chained at the wrists, his ankles shackled, and his clothes were a mess—his shirt ripped at the shoulder, his jeans streaked with dirt. But instead of looking miserable, he sat back against the stone wall, grinning at me like I was the best thing to happen to him all day. Which was insane, considering he was literally in my father’s basement prison. Or, holding cell. Not justifying the fact he even had one. “Abs,” he drawled, in his usual carefree tone. “Took you long enough.” I folded my arms. “Oh, sorry. Was I supposed to schedule my illegal prison break-in earlier?” He sighed dramatically. “I was starting to think you didn’t care.” I narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. “That’s funny. You’re chained up i