*Amon's POV*
"I want to know everything about your friend," I stated.
I pulled a wooden stool in front of Chelsea and sat down, my eyes locked on her. When she didn't answer me, I inched closer, feeling joy out of watching her squirm.
"Oh, sweet, Chelsea. You shouldn't be so trusting of people. I could smell your gullible scent from a mile away."
"W-Who are you?" she murmured, blinking back tears.
"Who I am is of no importance to you. I'm asking the questions, not you," I replied, gritting my teeth. f*****g journalists.
"Y-You can't keep me here. My family will come looking for me."
Her voice was soft, like that of an innocent child.
I laughed. "Please, no one will come looking for you. They haven't come for Gwen yet. Well, no one but you. Tell me about her, and I may let you
