JUNIPER’S POV:
Hiram doesn’t look at me. He pulls away and gets to his feet like I’m invisible. He adjusts his pants, knots the rope around his waist, and walks off without a word.
I sit there, frozen, as a thousand emotions ripple through me—shame, anger, betrayal. My chest feels tight, and I glance at the camera on the wall. The knot in my stomach twists tighter, knowing Cillian was behind it. Watching.
“Hiram!” I scream out his name as I push to my feet.
He doesn’t stop even after hearing me. My legs move instinctively, following him, but before I can catch up, he reaches the storage room door. He pulls it open, and there’s Cillian, tied to a chair, glaring at me.
His eyes are sharp, judging, and I feel their weight. I do not care about him because I’ve seen him with my roommate an
