Colton's POV (We are back with him again!)
I hate rooms like this.
Too quiet. Too cold. Too full of secrets that don’t belong to me yet .
The stone walls sweat like they’re listening, and the lantern between us burns low, casting light that shifts every time I move. It makes the shadows crawl along the floor, stretching toward me like they think I’m one of them.
Maybe I am.
I pace anyway. I always pace when I’m thinking. Or when I’m angry. Tonight I’m both.
“They should have died today,” I say, more to the walls than to the figure across from me.
No answer.
Of course not. They never rush to speak. That’s one of the things that irritates me most about them.
I stop and drag my hand through my hair.
“Yasmyn was bleeding,” I continued.
“Barely standing. I could practically see the
