Gwen's Point of View
But I refused to believe she'd won.
I swallowed hard and lifted my head. "Dawson will help me."
I nodded slightly. "He won't leave me here."
Morgana stared at me for half a second.
Then she burst into laughter and leaned back in her chair. "Oh my God."
She laughed harder.
Then wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.
"You still believe that?"
I clenched my jaw.
She tilted her head. "Dawson?"
She scoffed. "Help you?"
Then she laughed again.
I frowned. "Yes," I answered stubbornly.
She smiled and then she reached inside her purse.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
My stomach immediately tightened as she pulled out her phone and unlocked it.
She pressed something and suddenly, Dawson's voice echoed inside the room.
"I don't care if Gwen rots in jail forever."
