*Arealla*
Marcus and I lay on the bed, still joined as one, long after we had spent ourselves with each other.
I wanted nothing more than to just stay with Marcus like that forever. But it wasn't possible. We weren't safe. We still had to wake; we still had to escape Jason and whatever he was planning. Even though Jason had me locked in a cell, it was the both of us that he held captive.
But Marcus didn't know everything yet, and I supposed that the time had arrived for me to tell him what had happened to me.
“It was Jason," I told Marcus. “He took me."
My voice was soft as I spoke, and it surprised me a little. I had thought that I would be louder and clearer than this.
But I also understood where my reticence was coming from. Where my fear was coming from.
It wasn't just that Jaso
