“Noah.”
“You’re not dying because of me.”
Slowly, taking each step at a time, he got to the bed and crawled on it.
“I’m not going to give them the pleasure of dying. We’re going to get out of here,” he said. He tapped the bed. “Care to join me?”
She didn’t keep him waiting as she joined him on the bed. She wrapped her arms around him, and he held her as best as he could.
“Are you in pain?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry for what they did.”
“You saw?”
“Yes. They have cameras all over the place. Noah, it’s like a bidding war. Whoever places the highest bid gets to decide what they do to us.”
He listened as she told him about their own video. How they were being watched constantly.
“I don’t know if they have any sound or anything. I only know what they told me.”
“Which wasn’t a lot.”
“It’s going to get worse,” she said.
“I know.”
“So much worse.”
“Are you trying to scare me or yourself?” he asked.
“Can you handle it?” She nibbled her lip.
He stared into her tear-filled eyes. “I will try to handle everything they throw at me, baby.”
She touched his cheek. “I will as well. We should make a promise, a vow.”
“What do you mean?”
“That if we get out of here, we make it our mission to bring them down.”
She whispered each word.
“We make it out together. You and me, Noah. We make it out, and we fight back.” She took hold of his hand. “Together we’re strong.”
“We are strong, Skye. You and me, against the world.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Neither am I.” He took her hand and placed a kiss against her knuckles. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not giving up on me.”
She chuckled. “Noah, I was prepared to die with you on the floor.”