Naomi Velez
I sat on the cold floor of Viper’s apartment, my back pressed against the bed, my chest tight with disgust. I’d failed again. Seducing him with dinner and soft words hadn’t worked.
Was I not sexy enough? Or was Viper just too smart, playing me like a toy? The walls felt closer every minute, the silence screaming in my ears. I had spent another two days doing nothing.
I began to panic, I would lose my mind. I couldn’t breathe right. My thoughts jumped to Maria—always Maria—but then they turned inward. What was I doing here? Why was I stuck in this hell?
Every question circled back to her, like she was the key to everything. Viper had said it: I’d been a sidekick in her story. Now, I wasn’t fighting for her. I was fighting for me, for my sanity. I had to get out, not to save
