Jordan's POV
The world slowed down as I sprinted across the compound. The quick beating of my heart did nothing to help the overwhelming sense of fear that crippled my chest. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. I could hear her in my mind, screaming, calling to me for help, begging me to save her. I could sense the distress within her. I knew what was happening. I had felt that feeling all too well when I was little. I would never wish it on my worst enemy.
I ran as quickly as I could, and behind me, my brother followed. We had just been engulfed in a conversation in my room before I heard a cry for help from her—the special one, the one who tugged at the strings of my heart with such fragility that I could never deny her. She was in trouble and she was in pain. The slave chambers were only a short distance away, and I couldn't stop running. I could hear my brother calling out from behind me, confused and unsure of what was happening. I couldn't stop for anyone.
