Hannah’s pov
I would have given up already. It has been hours since I called for Luke, and he’s been stuck outside the plant trying to figure out the puzzle trap. He’s been at it for nearly twelve hours.
He checks in on me, making sure I’m doing ok, and each time I tell him to leave, to get help, and not to keep putting himself through this. Some of the doors don’t just transport him to another spot but are dangerous. I don’t want him to hurt for me.
While he was battling the doors, Victoria came to bring me food, the chains lowering me. Unlike Illeanna, she doesn’t have much to say. What she wants to do to me doesn’t require words, and I can feel the threat with every glance she sends me. She wants my blood and is trying to figure out how to get it without officially losing Damon.
I’m still alive, so I guess she hasn’t figured it out yet.
“Hannah,” Luke's voice rings in my head. He sounds exhausted.
