CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN

Enya pov

As Diego's lifeless body collapses at my feet, his words echo in my mind. "In a few hours, you'll find out what it's like to lose a mate." My eyes frantically search the hallway until they fall on the old, barely noticeable door. I run as if the building is on fire. 

When I open the door, I notice Vincent immediately. He doesn't react when I step closer- he's obviously drugged as his body seems limp. I search the room until I find the keys to the chains. As I free Vincent from the chains, his body falls on top of mine. Only then does he realize what has happened. His eyes meet mine and widen instantly. "This isn't how I imagined our first time," Vincent mutters, losing consciousness. Although the comment is ridiculous, I have to focus on how to get him back to the packhouse instead of laughing.