* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
Joven has persuaded me to eat in the mess hall. “Seriously, it’ll be good for you to show your face,” he says, as we walk. “They’ll only be making s**t up about you if you don’t.”
They make s**t up about me anyway, so that’s not a compelling reason to sit through dinner with Hedley. The real reason I’m going along with this new, more sociable approach is that, since they’ve restricted my access to her daily reports, it’s the only way I can get information about Hope.
“Well, look who’s decided to grace us with his presence,” Hedley announces, as we walk into the mess hall, a decent-sized room with high ceilings and a long buffet counter that hasn’t been filled yet.
God I hate that prick.
For some reason, they painted the walls blue: sky blue at the top and
