28LanceFelicia, I think, lying on my back in the cell. Felicia, I’m sorry. Felicia, forgive me. Felicia!
The bruising on my face has lessened over the past few days, but the pain remains. My body aches. I feel like I’ve been dragged across a field of stones. When I open my mouth, my jaw clicks. I haven’t been beaten like that since I was a kid on the streets, before I met Bear. When I think of how they laid into me, I clench my fists and grit my teeth. But after a moment I release both. There’s no point in getting angry. The damage is done. Getting angry would be a rookie mistake, just like punching the tree was, just like letting Felicia get separated from me was.
I think of her, somewhere within this complex. I don’t think Mr. Black will let his men hurt her. He still plans to either u
