DASH
Two days.
I'd been rotting in this shithole for two fucking days. No one had come to see me. The officers said they'd called my father the day I arrived and he'd promised to show up. He never did.
I wasn't even surprised. I was used to this—the silence, the way he let me suffer the consequences alone.
I breathed in and out, the disgusting stale, musty air making me gag. I coughed hard to clear my lungs then my eyes locked onto the only source of light in the small cell: a single weak bulb that barely lit the ceiling, let alone the rest of the room.
I didn't need light anyway. Eli was alert, and I could navigate just fine using my sense of smell.
"You're lucky I'm not ready to die yet," he rumbled through our still-connected link. "I won't sit in here suffering because of your stupid decisions."
"Yeah," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
Eli growled in annoyance. I ignored him and rested my head against the rough wall, eyes closing.
"Elyse," I murmured.
