"Don't tell me I've accidentally walked into some kind of movie," she muttered under her breath, shock numbing her senses.
Her eyes scanned the enormous warehouse carefully. Every shadow felt alive. Every echo made her heart skip. Keeping low, she tiptoed through the darkness, weaving between massive wooden crates until she reached Damien.
No one else was in sight.
"What?" Damien growled suddenly.
His head snapped up, eyes locking directly onto her hiding spot. They pierced through the darkness like blades.
How the hell could he see her? She was concealed behind huge boxes, swallowed by shadows.
"What the f**k are you doing here?" he hissed, attempting to struggle against the chains only to grit his teeth as pain shot through him. The metal seemed to sear his skin, a faint hiss escaping him as if it burned on contact.
Jacqueline's nose wrinkled at his tone.
Stepping out of the shadows, she marched straight toward him, planted her hands on her hips, and glared down at him.
