Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Brooklyn

I'm speechless as I stare at the dark space where Jayde stood just a minute ago.

Then I blink, wondering if maybe I dreamt it all-it happened so fast.

But when I look down into my hand, the note is still there.

Shit. Shit. What the hell am I going to do with this?

It's a bomb, really. I know that. If Aden finds me with this note, I am done for, relationship with Hudson or not.

But to whom, really, do I owe my allegiance?

Should I give this note to Lennox, my father, who I know loves me?

Should I give it to Aden, out of allegiance to Hudson?

Or to Aden himself, out of allegiance to him? After all, he protected me last night-kept me alive.

But what, really, happened last night? Was it just coincidence that my father and his family weren't in the room when the attack happened?

Aden said it was a kidnapping attempt, maybe for me, but was it?

Was I ever really in danger? Did my father perhaps arrange it as a way to get me away from Aden, to get him out from his clutches?

I groan, leaning back against the pillows, feeling far too inadequate to answer these kinds of questions. The fact is, I have absolutely no idea what is happening, and here is this stupid note, this test of my loyalty.

next move. Who I give it to, whether or not I flush it down the toilet like Jayde

and my dad or Aden ever finds out that I had this piece of evidence and didn't give it

I'm screwed either way.

that its contents

just two

wren sleeps, warm in

mink at its door doth

my nose at the verse, written in Jayde's

any sense-nests don't

fold it up, trying to decide

on my desk, and I

make a decision that allows me

desk, grabbing some scotch tape out of the top drawer and crawling underneath to tape the note to the back of the

think, crawling out and dusting my hands off. Now that it's safely hidden, I can decide later what it is that I want

back into bed and lay my head back on my pillow, wondering and worried. Damnit, things have so grown so

going to happen when Aden discovered that

get a lick of sleep. I'll be too busy staying up all night worried about what my next move

next

the plates onto the table next to our cups

silently, both intuiting that it's better

at me curiously nodding to his dad and shrugging in question, asking me with his gestures whether or not I have any idea

back, doing my very best to pretend that

I hope

and we

to ask Hudson his plans for the day when a guard comes into the room,

and we both watch the

says. "There's a...visitor

me. "He came without warning. Do

way, too-what the hell did I do?-as he wipes his hands and takes off his apron, following the

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