"Follow me." He opened the door wider and waited impatiently for me to step outside of the room, nodding briefly at his subordinate who stood in the hallway with a clipboard in his hands, a pen poised above the white sheets of paper. The young man nodded to the tall, broad-shouldered man and closed the door.
"You're lucky, miss," the guard said gruffly, looking down at me disapprovingly as he tightened the handcuffs around my wrist. "You got a lot of good friends here at the prison, and a whole lot of them aren't real happy about having the likes of you hanging around. You'll be lucky if you ever see any of them again."
My eyes widened, and I started, my breath hitching in my throat. The guard gave me a look of disapproval. He continued walking swiftly, marching ahead.
"I'm not trying t
