When I wake up, I expect to be lying in a bed, but unfortunately, that is not the case. My eyes flicker open and I see that I’m on a cement floor. It takes me a while to keep my eyes open and gain some strength, but when I do, I finally take in all of the surroundings.
I’m in a dungeon cell.
What the f**k?
Pushing myself up, my muscles ache as if I’ve been lying in for hours. I probably have knowing Logan. He’s angry about me running away. I don’t blame him. I almost made it to the road. I could almost taste my freedom, but Logan came out of nowhere like a damn NFL player, tackling me to the ground. If I’d known he was an active runner, I wouldn’t have wasted my time trying to get away. It was completely pointless and I’ve taken about 30 steps back when it comes to having Logan trust me
