CHAPTER NINE:
ALICE, THE SNITCH.
{nvae nixon's point of view}
I am in big trouble, that's for sure.
No sounds were uttered from both of us; only the living things around us created those soft hoots, casting the silence beneath us. His hold was unyielding, never once did it let me as to even think about the idea of escaping, not that I envision forming one.
Softly muffled growls were vibrating through his chest, letting me feel the waves hitting my abdomen. He must be angry—fuming, even. Not that I would be surprised, with all the events that happened this day, I still can't process it all. The fabric fisted inside my hands was the only thing that anchored me in reality. Thoughts inside my head were swirling, unable to grasp the truths that were all around the place.
