Chapter 5: Chapter 5

The door opened and daylight lit up the dark for a second. The man was huge, and Eli bit his lip not to make a sound as he took in the broad shoulders and strong arms—like Varg. The anger in the man was thick and suffocating. It fueled Eli’s fear, and soon his pulse was the only thing he heard.

The door closed, and a lock sounded. He hadn’t heard the lock when the man had approached, but he could’ve been too freaked out to notice.

Daylight. Eli’s last memory was of him going around his house, turning off the lights, and getting ready for bed. Had he been here overnight or longer? He had some fuzzy memories of waking, but he couldn’t remember where he’d been when he had.