The Past Catches Up

"Get up."

The voice was ice, brittle, slicing through the taut silence like a knife edge.

Adrian didn't stir for a moment. He sat where they had placed him, his wrists cuffed, his shoulders rigid. His head pounded;his body bruised from the incessant floggings Kade's men had administered. But none of that mattered. Pain was something he had learned to live with a long time ago.

Standing across the room was the real pain.

Flora.

She stared at him, her eyes ablaze with ...