Scout’s POV
"I am coming there tomorrow to tell Alpha Nixon the whole truth," Harmoni said.
The silence that followed was heavy. I gripped the phone until my knuckles turned white, staring at the peeling wallpaper of my new prison. His voice sounded thin and distant, like it was coming from another lifetime instead of just across the border. I waited for the punchline. I waited for him to laugh or tell me this was just another part of the game he and Simone were playing with my life.
"Why would you bother?" I asked. My voice was flat, devoid of the warmth I used to give him so freely. "You got exactly what you wanted, Harmoni. Simone is far away from here, and I am the one wearing the collar. Mission accomplished. Why come back now?"
"Scout, please. It is not like that," he stammered.
