ey

le. "You will call him, and you will make this right, or so help me God, I will call him myself an

t me like a p

ined out of me, leaving only exhaus

ispered. "I'

ng her eyes, and trudged up the st

hat felt like a gun to my head, and now I came home to face this. I was trapped. Wo

stuck on a loop of Warren's "good girl" and my mother's triumphant smi

clinic, my phone buzz

ecovery wing is locked

y before. The club members at the end of the hall were different-bigger, meaner, carryi

he door to Room

ctor, was standing by the bed, whi

on edge. His hands were clasped behind his back, the knuckles whit

ooked up as

d with an unspoken tension. Dr.Reynolds looked nervous, shifti

clearing his throat. "Prez was just

the screens. I could feel Knight's gaze on me, heavy and assessing. It was the sa

ted," Knight said, his voice low. "He's to

ation, his pain levels will

t him off, his tone leaving no room for argu

swallowed har

opped. He was close enough that I could smell him again-cedar, g

were unreadable, but there was an inte

se," he said quietly.

clicked shut behind him, an

, suddenly paranoid. The walls have ears? Wa

caster was watching me, his eyes clear

... decisive. You just do your job, and he'll handle the res

er had already closed his eyes, his br

r a long moment,

m a terrifying Prez, I realized I might be drawing closer to something far