This “Greyson” wouldn’t even show me his face, so it’s not like I
expected him to enter his real name in.
I lowered my head and was deep in thought when the man suddenly picked me up.
I thought that he was going to do something ho rrific to me
again, so I struggled desperately.
Instead, he put me back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and
covered me with it.
Then, he leaned over and said, “Have a good sleep. Don’t wait
for Roman. He won’t come back.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t respond, just left quickly as if he had something urgent to deal with.
As I watched him leave, I wished I could pounce on him and tear him apart.
But I was so tired and weak that I couldn’t wait to fall asleep. I
wished I had the stamina that someone like “Greyson” ha
