Grayson’s POV
Helix and I were both sitting on our beds, hoping the day would never start. I had on the pair of shorts they'd given me, having stashed the shirt under my bed. I could use it for bandages or something useful later. If I wore it, especially during an interrogation, they would just destroy it.
“I’m so goddamn tired,” I muttered quietly. “I hate being stuck here.”
Helix sighed from his bed. “Me too, Grayson, but just keep thinking about Julien. Think of seeing him again. I always imagine Olivia, hoping today is the day I get to hold her in my arms and kiss her again. I will get back to her,” he said, determinedly.
His enthusiasm and love for his mate was usually encouraging, but I couldn’t be bothered to respond today. My energy was completely sapped. The guards had been es
