Hope was strapped to my chest when I was walking down the corridor holding the hand of Victory, that didn’t like this place, it still smelled of blood, and some part of me knew that it was Tyler’s, making it even worse when I was coming up to the unguarded gate of the Omega Baxter.
The door wasn’t locked, and to my surprise, I saw the older man with a clean suit and his feet up inside the cell that looked nothing like it had the last time I was here to get some answers; this room was a complete home with all the comfort a man might need, it even looked more modern than my bedroom!
“Welcome, Emilia, and your precious daughters….” Baxter was raising the chair he had been relaxing in, reading a book and having a drink, when I still didn’t know what had happened; he wasn’t a prisoner anymore
