Jaessa POV
“You can’t be serious.” Travis states firmly to the trafficker seated before us.
“Really? Well, I’ve been stuck in this hell hole for nearly 19 years. If you want my help, you’re going to have to get me out of here.” J says smugly.
“Son of a bitch.” Travis mutters under his breath, as he pushes his chair back from the table, before approaching the locked door, knocking loudly upon it.
The lock clicks before the door opens, where the guards are gathered just as they said they’d be.
“We are done here, for now.” Travis growls to them, stepping back to allow entry. The four guards flock into the room to retrieve J. Once he’s dragged out, Travis leans against the wall, staring at me.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask him.
“Attempt to appeal to the council.” He
