Chapter 30
Sakura is terrified when the boy leads her to the cell.
She spies the bloodstains where she had ripped the needles from her arms not weeks earlier and she fights the urge to bolt.
Gaara, as if sensing her fear, turns heavy, possessive eyes to her. “You are mine now. I will not let them take you from me. You will not die.”
But I will hurt. She knows this truth, deep in her bones, like the stars are in the sky and the water is blue, and she knows, knows, knows, it will ache by the time they are done.
Sakura’s mouth is dry.
Her heart stutters in her chest when she spies the devil-woman with aged face and knives-for-hands standing at the foot of the metal gurney.
“No.” She mutters under breath. Her eyes are wide. Fear twists its way around her throat and tongue, stopping her rage in its tracks. “No. No. No. No.”
“Come.” Gaara nearly croons. His eyes are almost soft, as if reaching inside her to take and—
She begins to thrash and scream and cry when the guards lift her by the arms and strap her down to the bed.
Gaara watches her with flashing green eyes, heavy yellow flooding his irises at every sharp scream.