Anchor of Secrets by Tessa Hale EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Tessa Hale
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal Witches & Wizards Romance
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DRIP. Drip. Drip.
The sound pounded against my skull. Some part of me recognized that it
wasn’t actually that loud, but it felt like a marching band practicing on my
A soft groan escaped my lips, and I rolled to my back. A hard stone floor
met my movement, and my eyelids fluttered at the assault.
The room appeared in flashes of vision. Snapshots. Each one more
terrifying than the last.
Low light. Rock walls. Stone floor. No windows.
I forced my eyes completely open, fully taking in my surroundings. I was
in some sort of basement with a crumbling staircase that led to a thick
wooden door. I didn’t want to think about what might be on the other side.
I struggled to push myself to sitting, my head swimming with the action.
And that was when I saw it. Dread pooled in my belly as I took in the rusted
chain from the wall to a shackle around my ankle.
It was almost as if my brain didn’t want to fully compute the sight in front
of me. As if there was some self-protection mechanism in place that didn’t
want me to come to terms with the truth. But it didn’t change my reality.
My fingers trembled as I reached down to examine the cuff. It was held in
place by a small padlock. I tugged on the metal, my mouth going dry. Though
the chain and shackle were rusted, they held strong.
I was a prisoner.
Panic surged, but I shoved it down. I focused on my breathing, trying to
keep it even as I searched my memory for the last thing I could remember.
Discovering the awful truth that the guys had known where I was my
whole life. Confronting them. The fight. Running. Someone hitting me. That
I tried to pinpoint the owner of the deep tone, but my mind wouldn’t
cooperate. The truth was, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was
getting the hell out of here.
I pressed my hand against the wall for balance as I prepared to stand. The
stone was damp, and the air smelled like mildew. I ignored it and shoved to
my feet. My vision blurred, and a wave of nausea washed over me. The faint
memory of someone striking me on the head and the raging pain there told
me I likely had a concussion. I’d have to deal with that later.
The moment my vision righted itself, I followed the chain to the wall. If I
couldn’t get the cuff off my ankle, maybe I could remove the chain from the
It took me far too long to cross the ten feet to where the metal was bolted
into the rock. I studied it carefully. It looked like it had been there for
decades, maybe longer. The chain was hooked into a metal plate that was
fastened to the wall with thick bolts. Those, too, were rusted.
My fingers traced each one, testing its strength. Two of them were the
slightest bit loose.
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