TO SAY that I was shocked when I came back to the room would be an understatement. I spent the majority of my time during the day with the triplets, laughing with them, fighting with Flint, and whispering hush worries with Rita. It was time-consuming, and I was glad about the destruction, but when the nighttime came, and Rhys’ guards were calling me to get back, I felt the dreadful feeling again.
“Where are we going?” I asked them. My steps were short and weak, and I was hesitant. One of the guards looked like they wanted to push me forward, faster, just walk faster, but they did not. It was as if they knew what would happen had they dared to touch me, and somehow, it was something that I had never felt before.
I spent my life with people who thought they could touch me however they plea
