STACEY’S POV:
-Come and find me alone if you still wanna see your mother alive.-
I crumple the paper with trembling hands and a pounding heart. Guilt gnaws at my insides
It’s my fault. I unwittingly put mama in this situation!
I know this message is a trap. There’s no way they’ll let me go or worse, live, once they have me in their grasp again.
The memories of my previous captivity haunts me—the cold, damp cell, the cruel voices, the psychological turmoil.
I glance over at the crib where Marguerite lay sleeping. Then at Colt who’s leading some exercises with a group of Betas down the massive yard. His gaze flickers up at me and he smiles. I force myself to smile back before looking away.
Not only that I’m carrying another life within me that I can’t let die. I can’t also risk the
