ZOELLA'S POV
I quickly push him back by his chest. I set up straight and check my surroundings.
I am currently in a living room where I was sleeping on the sofa. Last time I checked I was in Rachel's car. How did I get here?
"You must be thinking how you got here." He said drinking from his wine glass cup before dropping it back on the table.
"Where is Rachel?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the couch while I search around for her.
"She came to drop you off here in safe hands." I almost thought he wasn't sarcastic.
Rachel wouldn't do that. She wouldn't. I won't believe him.
I am seen as a backstabber, a betrayer, a Villian and as a spy because of him. This all makes sense now, why he didn't tell me anything about Brooke that day. It was a trap.
"It was you. Wasn't it?" I said t
