“Wow,” the newcomer from earlier said shocked.
“So do you trust me because I know most of the others don’t,” I asked him picking at my jeans.
“I don’t know but do mind answering some of my questions?” he asked me gently. I smiled at him, grateful that at least somebody here asked me for my permission.
“Sure.” I combed my fingers through my messy hair trying to untie all the knots that had taken a home in my hair.
“What do you mean by Ace changing?” I felt a lurch in my stomach remembering how Ace had changed emotions so fast.
“Before the surgery Ace was overprotective and kind. He got mad at himself because he could not protect me from the force field,” I said laughing at the memory, “After the surgery, I woke up in this cell. When Ace came down he did not recognize me at all. He even
