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"I said get fucking Wyatt!" I roar but my voice comes out weak and squeaky.

"Hold on."

The man leaves the phone for a second, but it feels like hours. I keep my ears peeled for screams or other cars pulling up. Liam and the rest of the Faceless could be here any second. Finally, I hear the phone pick up again and the one voice I've prayed to hear since I was brought to this god forsaken place speaks.

"Djinn."

"Wyatt?"

Silence echos.

"Wyatt, Brother, is that you?"

"Bishop? Oh my God."

I can feel the shock coming through the phone lines.

A tidal wave of emotion and exhaustion slam into me and the edges of my vision quickly fade to black. I'm going down, hard, but I'm able to get one last thing out.

"Wyatt, help me."

Eighteen

Gabrielle

The light at the end of the tunnel isn't as bright as I thought it'd be.

After Bishop made that phone call, everything happened so quickly. He passed out before he could give Wyatt any information, but the general store owner was able to tell him everything he needed to know.

Frank turned out to be a godsend. He got Bishop, April, and me to the clinic where we were given fluids and our injuries were taken care of. When they saw the wounds on Bishop's back, they couldn't understand how he was even mobile. They don't know the willpower that man has. I had a few minor injuries that they were able to take care of too. When they heard what we'd been through, they offered me a psychiatrist to talk things through.

How absurd.

At least, that's what I thought. It was my gut reaction. I'm a psychiatrist; I can deal with my own problems. The issue is, I'm not dealing with them. My fear and anxiety are at ten. Every bump in the road, every loud noise, I'm sure Shade and the Faceless are right behind us, waiting to pull us back into that hellhole. I've been trying to do my best, keep a brave face for April and Bishop, but I'm absolutely terrified.

We didn't stay in the hospital very long. Within a few hours, Wire and a few other boys from the Nomad Charter of the Wings of Diablo came to get us. The doctors didn't want to let Bishop go, but he was determined to get us somewhere he knew we'd be safe. According to Bishop, the clubhouse in Ohio where Wire and his family are set up is as safe as we're going to get aside from being up in Maine with Wyatt and the rest of the Boys of Djinn there.

We've been here in the clubhouse for three days now. Three long, uncertain days.

Wire gave April and me our own rooms, and Bishop is set up on the bottom floor so he doesn't have to walk too far to get anything he needs. Everyone is very nice. Too nice. They're treating me like I might break at any second.

The truth of it is, I might. Nothing feels normal anymore. Some of the club girls and the refugees that Wire has taken in try to include April and me in their day-to-day activities, but I just don't have the motivation to participate. April does though. Every time she leaves me on my own, she gets a little sad that I'm not going with her. Maybe she's not as broken as I am.

"Hey, there's going to be a party this evening if you want to join in." Keeley smiles softly at me as I walk out of the kitchen with my bottle of water in hand.

Bottled water—I thought I'd never see one of these again in the small cell I was locked up in for so long.

"I don't know. I'm not really a party person." I shrug my shoulder and bite the corner of my lip.

"Yeah, it gets a little raucous with all the club girls here, but the guys have fun, and if nothing else, it's entertaining to watch."

Entertaining.

I was once someone's entertainment. I don't think I ever want to see another woman being put in a place where they have to put on a show for someone else's sick sexual desires. I know Keeley didn't mean any harm, but my chest constricts at the thought of being around that many people and having so many eyes on me.

Taking a deep breath, I reply, "I don't know. We'll see."

Her smile falters a little, but she doesn't press, just nods her head and goes on with what she's doing in the kitchen.