Piper's Point of View
48 hours later.
The sunshine was glorious outside of the packhouse that morning. I had dressed myself in cut-off shorts and a camisole top to combat the heat that was already turning my skin pink. It was 10 am in the morning and I was off to the prison cells to see Matias. Matias wasn't in the sort of holding room that Jarred had been in when he'd arrived with us. No, Matias was in the cells where nightmares were made. The ones with objects of torture placed on tables in front of you so that you can wonder all night what fresh new pain the day will bring.
When Ben and I finally got back to the pack house the other night, with a still sleeping Blake, we got the chance to debrief with Mason and Jarrad. We'd been right about Jarrad. He had stuck with Matias out
