Page 72 of Stolen Faith
Brennon didn’t care about other people. He cared about Izabel. “What if they’re torturing her again?”
“Then whatever happens, whatever’s being done to our wives, whatever they’ve suffered, we make sure we’re ready,” Devon said with calm authority.
“Ready for what?” Brennon asked.
“Ready to help them survive it.”
They’d put her in a room with a dead body.
Izabel’s panic at being separated from Rowan and Brennon morphed into horror when she saw what was in the room they’d led her to.
The body of a mostly naked dead woman lay in the center of the floor.
Now the statement about them wanting her to be a “nurse” made sense. But there wasn’t anything a nurse could do for a dead body.
She, whoever she’d been, was face down and wore a hospital gown, which had fallen open to show off her back. It was striped with red and black welts and cuts.
It looked like she’d been whipped. Whipped to death? What a horrible way to go.
Izabel pressed herself against the wall, skirts rustling. Then she realized what she was doing—staying as far back as possible.
Get it together.
She needed to check if the woman was still alive. Whoever she was, she’d been through hell on earth, and she deserved better than to lie dead on a cold floor like a broken doll.
Izabel knelt by the woman’s head, brushing blonde hair off her neck. She put two fingers against the woman’s throat.
The dead body rolled over.
Izabel let out a scream and fell back onto her ass. The dead body sat up, slowly and awkwardly.
Zombie.
Izabel almost giggled at the thought. She was in a cell with a zombie.
Okay, she was losing it.
The blonde woman looked at her, and Izabel realized the woman looked vaguely familiar. Why? From where?
Given what was going on, she was probably a member of the Trinity Masters.
Izabel had gone to a few legacy parties—massive parties thrown by the children of existing members of the Trinity Masters. The woman in front of her was a few years older than she was and wasn’t a regular at the parties, but still…
“Juliette?” Izabel hazarded. “Juliette Adams?”
“Izabel.” Juliette’s voice was hoarse.
Hoarse because she’s a zombie!
Or hoarse from screaming. Her back…
“I thought you were dead,” Izabel said.
“I was hoping they’d leave me alone if they thought I was unconscious.” The words were strong, but Juliette swallowed hard. “How are you here? When did they kidnap you?”
Izabel quickly explained that she’d been kidnapped with her new trinity days ago, and they’d been together until only moments ago when Barry separated them.
Juliette, in turn, said she’d been with another member, Devon Asher, until about half an hour ago. Izabel wondered at their relationship because Juliette didn’t add a relationship qualifier.