Page 145 of Tell Me All Your Lies

There’s a trail of blood drops and smears. It’s a path that makes me want to vomit. I follow it, knowing that Grant has to be on the other end.

It’s dark, far too dark to be in here without any lights on and only the moonlight to guide me. But I know that these marks have to be blood.

“Ace?” I whisper-shout.

Nothing.

“Ace, it’s me. Cara.”

A groan.

I quickly hurry toward the sound, and that’s when I spot him—my love.

I take off the bindings around my wrists and discard them on the ground, then kneel down and get eye level with Grant. He’s wounded but not badly. It looks like Cordelia drugged him, and that’s why he’s so out of it.

I hold onto the side of his face.

“Grant. It’s me. Cara.”

Grant’s eyes flicker in confusion.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“It’s me. Cara.”

“Cara,” he says with a lazy smile.

“Yes, honey. It’s me.”

He hums, still in a daze.

“How lucky am I that I got even a short amount of time with this woman?”

My heart soars at the sentiment before reality crashes back.

“Grant. I promise… I promise I feel the same way, but we have to get out of here. Now.”

“What I would give for just one more taste of her delicious pussy again before I die,” he continues.

I hang my head back at his ramblings.

“Up you go,” I say as I place my arms under his shoulders and lift him to a standing position.

“Grant. Please snap out of it,” I beg.

His eyes shut for a moment as he steadies himself.

“Cara?” he groggily asks.

“Yes.”

He comes to and suddenly looks panic-stricken as he pulls me into him for a hug.

“Fuck. I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispers.

“I’m fine. But we have to leave.”

Grant holds onto my shoulders as he separates us.

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