ZAYLA

There was no visible bruise on my arm, but it hurt as hell. It throbbed like it had its own pulse. I sat on the couch, fuming. The rage inside me was thick enough to drown in, but I couldn't do anything — not under the two predatory gazes pinned on me.

Once again, I felt fucking helpless.

I darted a glance at the door and immediately thought of something. Maybe… maybe it was unlocked.

I returned my gaze to the men across from me. Green Eyes hadn’t returned yet. If the door was really open, I could make a run for it before they caught me.

But then...