130 Freeing His Prisoners

In truth, there was little he could have done to prevent what had happened. They wouldn't have accepted him anyway, even if he'd tried to reason with them. His feelings of guilt and sorrow had festered for so long in depths of his heart that they'd taken a life wholly of their own.

The three tormented prisoners passed the point of no return the instant the fight began…

A loud, resounding crack echoed across the empty labyrinth, followed by a chilling scream. Reed puked up a gallon of blood as he struggled to fight back against their oncoming attacks the best he could.

He had nearly died. The clever ladies had gone for his heart. Her ebony hair and golden eyes would have been a sight for sore eyes had she not tried to rip his heart out of his chest.

Five fractured ribs.

Punctured left lung.

Bruised heart.

Partially dislocated right shoulder.