Zach POV

She follows behind as I lead the way to the basement. Once we reach the landing, I immediately realize it wasn't a good idea to bring her down here. The familiar tension begins to build, and I become distinctly aware of the fact that we're alone.

“That's the cage,” I motion toward it, stepping aside so she can move closer to the metal door.

She's not wearing her jacket now. Her thick brown hair is in a messy bun, exposing the graceful sinew of her neck.

She enters the vast room, her eyes fixed on the iron bars in the far corner. I can't see the tattoo from...