Murphy's POV
The door clicked opened later that night, and I stiffened instantly at the scent that accompanied it. I had only been awake for a few minutes, having slept through most of the day after being injured.
"Good evening," her voice called, and I shivered at the sound. I was in too much physical pain to deal with this right now. "I'm here with your food. I know you won't talk to me, for whatever reason, so I'm leaving it right inside your door, like always."
My cell door opened, but I didn't move from my spot on the ground, still curled up in a ball, facing away from the door.
Deep breaths. Do not react. Do not look. I tried to channel my most calming thoughts, but Jax's words from earlier echoed in my head - what if this was our mate? What if- what if this wasn't a trick? It co
