How are you going to save him?my inner voice questioned.You don't even have a way out for yourself.
That was true, and since Flynn had disappeared, the Keepers seemed to be on lockdown. I knew they wouldn't just release me now. Not with the new threat against the Keepers. The tension around them had increased. I was scared.
My stomach rumbled. I had to get some breakfast. I nearly opened the door before I realized I had forgotten to put my bandage on again.
Stupid, stupid!I chastised myself for nearly making the deadly mistake. I could just imagine their faces when they saw my healed arm. I wondered how long it would take for them to figure out what I was. I carefully bandaged my arm, trying to make sure I wrapped it similarly to the way it had been before.
Once that was done, I went downstairs. No one looked up or acknowledged me when I walked into the kitchen. It was like I was invisible.
I got some scrambled eggs and toast. Clutching my plate, I hesitated when I looked for a place to sit. One of the Keepers shifted slightly over to make a space for me.
I sat down beside him, putting my plate down. I forced myself to eat. While I chewed my scrambled eggs, I kept my head down, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone in the room.
How on earth was I going to find a way to get Dean out? There had to be a way.
I tried to eat as much as I could before the knots in my stomach made it impossible to take another bite. After I finished my breakfast, I wandered around the house, still trying to figure out where they were keeping Dean. I tried not to make it obvious what I was doing.
Harrison found me in the east side of the house peering into one of the rooms. My heart slammed into my chest, rapidly increasing my heart rate when he had put his hand on my shoulder.
"What are you looking for?" he asked. His eyes were looking for any sign of what I was trying to do.
"You scared me," I said, putting my hand to my chest. I was trying to give myself more time to figure out what to say to him.
He remained silent as he watched me. Did he know I was snooping around, trying to find the rogue they were keeping prisoner?
I swallowed to ease the dryness in my throat.
"I know what you're looking for," he said.
Oh no!How could he know that? I could just be a bored human girl being a little nosey.
"You're looking for the rogue they caught yesterday."
I held my breath slightly. He guessed right. How had he figured that out?
My eyes took in my surroundings as I tried to figure out my next move. I had to get away.
"It's okay," Harrison added. His words were unexpected, distracting me from finding the quickest way out of the hallway. "You want to see him?"
I held his gaze for a moment before I found myself nodding.
"Come," he instructed, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway.
When I didn't immediately follow him, he stopped. With a look back over his shoulder, he said, "Follow me."
My heart pounded in my ears as I stepped forward. One foot in front of the other. Pushing through my fear and the instinct to run, I walked behind Harrison. He stopped outside a door a few doors down.
I halted, not sure what exactly to do or say next. He turned to face me. His smile was gentle.
"There is no need to be scared. He is secure, so he won't be able to hurt you."
I kept my face free from the confusion I was experiencing. I clutched my fingers together to hide the slight shake in my hands.
"You have been through a very traumatic event," he began to say as he produced a key from his pocket. He turned back to the door and inserted it into the lock.
"Seeing him will help you deal with the fear you experienced."
He thought my curiosity to see the rogue stemmed from the stress of my attack. The mark on my necked heated up.
