"I would suggest no witty mouth tonight," the familiar voice greets as I enter the elevator. With two guards on my side as the doors close, I don't know whether to be overjoyed that Elijah is here....or terrified. "The second he called me up I swear it sounded like he was going to cut off my d**k if I didn't help find you."
Find me? He sent Elijah out here to find me?
"You didn't find me, Elijah, I showed up here," I respond, crossing my arms as I just want to take a shower. I want to wash off all of the memories.
"You're glad I'm the one who was sent after you, if Zion took matters into his own hands and went after you, this would be very different."
I'm glad Zion never did. I'm glad no one ever found out what happened. And I hope no one ever will.
"So, where did you go?"
I ignore h
