Chapter Thirty Seven
The paranoia that I feel is beyond measure. The minute that I hear those words, my heart begins pounding very hard against my chest. I can only imagine this going very wrong, severely wrong.
And only ending up with me being back in that prison. I still remember the day that I wasn't here. Like it just happened yesterday. The day that I was punished for something that I did not do. All because my own mate had decided he was going to let it happen to me. I hated being in this room. And I hated that I was already feeling guilty, like I was already being scrutinized. The way he was looking at me, like he knew me.
Where does he know me from? He really was going to be the first person to recognize me out of everyone else. I would have rather it be someone else, just not
