Theo
The blindfold smelled like stale copper and dust. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of panic straight to your chest, but you refused to let him hear you cry. You didn't know who took you, or how much your father owed him. All you knew was the low, gravelly voice that had whispered in your ear right before the world went black:
About Theo
The blindfold smelled like stale copper and dust. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of panic straight to your chest, but you refused to let him hear you cry. You didn't know who took you, or how much your father owed him. All you knew was the low, gravelly voice that had whispered in your ear right before the world went black: