His Friend, My Living Hell

Kell

indows. The man who called himself a doctor had cold, dead eyes and a smile that never reached them. He was not a doct

hours of interrogation under blinding lights. He played on my fears, whispering about rat

ely stand. I was a hollowed-out shell of myself

owning slightly at my gaunt fa

g. There were

he smirked at me. "See? I told you

ldn't ignore. While he was distracted, Fabiola

e'll walk with a limp for the rest of his life. And your father... it's so easy for mistakes to h

y plan was nearly complete. Josephine had confirmed it just this morning. My family was safe. They we

Julian said, ending his call. "A pa

n't a

ter. I moved through the crowd like a phantom, my mind calm and cl

upper deck, away from

ng way down." She laughed, a low, ugly sound. "That 'doctor' really did a number o

tapping a message on the small burn

rom my hand and throwing it to the deck, where it skittered

oice steady. "You think you've won. You

you say?"

uel. "Not like he loved me. In his bed, late at night, whose

orted with ra

Mrs. Julian Pena. And you? You're just the childho

That was th

ury, she launched herself at me. Her

ght. I didn

myse

ond, I saw the look of shocked horror on

ight air rushing past me and th

eace washing over me. In my hand, I clutched a tiny waterproof

beginning. The water embrace

ye, J