Behindthehazmatsuit,themanager''''''''stempletwitched.Hisexpressiondarkenedashestaredatherforalongmomentbeforefinallyturningawaywithoutanotherword.Heleft,logthedoorsecurelybehindhim,again.
Sileledovertheroomagai.Reyaleanedagainsttheheadboard,handpressedtoherforehead—stillburning.Butthechayinsideherhadgraduallyquieted.Thoughnotfullytamed,itwasnolongerasrestlessaswhenshefirstwoke.
Shegnceddownattheclothstripsandsanchherlimbs.Theknotsweretight,butfabri''''''''tsteel.Oncesheregainedabitmorestrength,theserestraintswouldn''''''''tholdher.
Julian''''''''sdeathstirredlittleinher.Ifnoonehadbargedin,shewould''''''''vedrainedhimdry,andhe''''''''dhavediedallthesame.Whattrulyintriguedherwaswhetherthemanagerhadbeentheonewhoopehatdoor.HadhefinishedJulianaftershepassedout,thendraggedherinthisbasement?
Sheclosedhereyes,steadyingherbreath.Afewmorehours,andshe''''''''dfullyabsorbtheremnantsofJulian''''''''senergy.Then,shecouldbreakfree.
Andasforthemanager—
Amanwho''''''''drepeatedlygropedheratwork,nowkeepingherlockeduphere—whatelsecouldhewantbutthat?
Airkcurledherlips.
Ifhedaredyahandonher...deathwouldn''''''''tbefarbehind.
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