The others scatter along the walkway toward their original home, and after a brief glance, Milla turns toward the room I was originally imprisoned in. Irrational panic grips me. Maybe she just wants peace and quiet to relax, but I can't put the bitterness of my own stay there out of my mind. I ca...
Especially in such close confines. Knowing everyone here knows, that none of them will be able to meet my eye... but it doesn't matter, anyways. And I can't help it. Calder's questions, his smug look... it leaves no doubt in my mind that he knows exactly who I am, and exactly what happened to my ...
An idea's slowly been forming in my head during my time on bedrest. I'll talk to her, ask her to come clean, yes, but if she won't, I know I can make her. Milla's a good liar. She's slippery. And I'm fast questioning how much of our partnership is rooted in manipulation. I...