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“Since I knew we were going to the North Pole.” Sasha grins.
“You do realize Santa’s North Pole is about one hundred and twenty-five miles south of here?”
His brows raise. “Tell that to the very festive people of the town.”
Rolling my eyes, we stay cautious as we walk up to the large glass-fronted house. Sasha frowns and glances around. “You’re right, there’s no one here.”
“Let’s go around the back,” Sasha suggests leading the way. “It’s like the entire compound has just been abandoned.”
“You know, Sasha, nothing makes sense to me right now.”
“There.” Sasha and I see an open cellar door and rush toward it.
Weapons drawn, we inch our way down into the dark, dank depths of it. Sasha finds a light switch that gives some dim light.
“Who’s there?” a familiar voice calls.
We follow the sound and stop dead when we see Konstantin chained like a star with his highly scarred back to us. It’s been freshly whipped and dripping blood. He tenses.
“Sasha?” He tries to turn his head and cocks it to one side. “Oh, and YOU!” Konstantin shakes his head. “Why did you bring a Belov with you?”
“How did you know it was me?”
“Your smell.”
“We could always leave you here.”
“Wait, where are Hannah, Urie, and my father?” Konstantin asks.
My brows shoot up. “Your father?” I notice the cell door isn’t closed, so I stepped in. “Jesus, what happened to you?” I look around for the keys.
“Things got kinky,” Konstantin retorts.
“I can’t find the keys.”
“Just shoot the fucking chains,” Konstantin growls. “You do know how to do that without blowing my arm or head off, don’t you?”
“I may just blow an arm or leg off for fun.”
“Here.” Sasha catches my attention. “The keys. When you’re done, you’d better get to the end cell.”
“Marco, Hannah, and Urie!” Konstantin growls, yanking at his chains. “Fuck, get me out of these damn things.”
“Then stop fucking moving about.”
I unlock him, and Konstantin rushes past me so fast I almost spin. I follow him, and he grabs his shirt, shoving it over his head as he heads to where Sasha is.
We get to the last cell, where Marco is cradling a limp Hannah in his arms, and Urie is lying unconscious next to them. His face is battered and blue.
“Dad!” Konstantin yells and hurries forward, kneeling beside Marco. “Your bullet wound’s open.” He looks around for something to stop the blood.
“No.” Marco pulls away, his eyes transfixed on Hannah. “I was supposed to keep her safe. I promised her I’d keep her safe.”
I lean in to feel for a pulse on Hannah. My eyes widen. “She’s still alive.”
“What?” Marco’s feverish eyes look up at me. “Really?” His head swivels to Urie. “And what about Urie?”
Sasha uses his foot to shake the huge guy. “Hey! Dumbass. Wake up.”
