Summer wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting in the makeshift cell in the cellar of Blue’s home. He knew some days had to have passed, as the pattern in which they came to keep an eye on him started up again for the fourth time, meaning it must have been the fourth day, so October 4th. But Autumn hadn’t been in the pattern; he had waited for his turn, for the brown-haired, copper-eyed man to appear before his eyes, but after Micah and Alexander had left, Warren had come down instead. So, they kept him out of the pattern, but did he know this is where Summer was being held? And he couldn’t help but think of him, Autumn, and his wedding. Had what he said been a lie? Just so Summer could lower his guard and he could stab him? Did he truly not have any feelings for him? He knew it was a

