James
The white walls of the asylum had been my prison for a month. A month of pretending to be insane, of taking their pills and nodding along with their therapy sessions.
But I wasn't crazy. I was planning.
Every night, I stared at the ceiling and thought about her. About Lily. About how that bastard Ace had poisoned her mind against me. About how Zoe had helped destroy everything we had.
They thought they'd won. They thought putting me in here would end it.
They were wrong.
The bang echoed through the corridor at exactly midnight, right on schedule.
I smiled as alarms began blaring throughout the building. Security guards shouted orders, their heavy footsteps pounding down the hallways.
"Time to go, James."
Derek Voss stood in my doorway, his rogue scent filling the small room.
