(Kyle)
I stepped into the cell after Karson walked out. I know I shouldn’t want to know how she was being held captive, but a part of me needed to know. I could see a mattress on the floor in the corner, at least she wasn’t on the cold floor. There was a table in the middle of the room, as well as a toilet and sink…no shower.
I see the chain welded to the ground. Curiously, I followed it and saw it was headed behind me. Suddenly, the door slams shut behind me.
“Miss me, mate?” Olivia’s voice came out from behind me. The word mate comes out like she’s taunting me.
“Olivia!” I said, as I turned around to greet the mate I had rejected.
She looks horrible, with her tatted hair and ragged clothes. Her scent of lilies still lingers with that of needing a damn bath. Thorn is whining in the b
