Damon
That son of a f*****g b***h.
“I want to talk to him,” I tell Matt the second he lets me out of my cell. “Bring me to him.”
Matt frowns. “It’s not a good idea, man. He hasn’t been processed yet. There are people around. If one of the guards we don’t own hears—”
“I don’t care. Bring me to him. Now.”
Matt’s a spineless bastard; he caves quickly, as he always does, and brings me to Hugh’s cell.
Hugh’s eyes widen when he sees me, and he darts to the front of his cell, grabbing the bars. “It wasn’t me!” he shouts. “I swear I didn’t set you up!”
I certainly didn’t expect him to. Hugh’s as much of a spineless bastard as Matt, if not more so. He’s done everything in his power to keep me updated about Fallon—which has been next to nothing. But what else could it have been? Rush Blake
