JESSICA

This is not happening.

No.

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They’ve got it all wrong.

“Pierce!” I shouted, grabbing the metal prison until my knuckles turned white. The cold iron bit into my palms, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was the retreating figure down the dimly lit corridor. “What is happening? What am I here?!”

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“Pierce!” My voice cracks. “Please-”

He disappears around the corner.

Fuck.

Riot tricked me.

I look around the cell and I’ve realized they put me inside the dungeon where…traitors are being held. Our village got a special place for enemies or those who helped our enemies.

I shove my hands through my hair, dragging hard at the roots. My nails scrape my scalp, sharp enough to sting. Think. Think. There has to be a way out of

this.

Why would they put me here?

Where is Grayson?

I brace against the stone wall, gulping air like I can force the panic down. After a few minutes, I hear boots. Heavy. Fast. Getting closer.

Pierce is coming back.

I shove myself to the bars again, breath tearing in and out of me, heartbeat slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. My hands ache, rave from gripping the iron, but I don’t care. I grab the bars again, clinging like they’re the only thing holding me up.

When he turns the corner, I see the way his face is carved tight, his jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscles shaking. He’s angry. Or scared. Or both.

I can’t breathe.

“Pierce,” I gasp. “What is going on? Why–why am I in here? What did they tell you?”

My voice breaks, but I can’t stop. “I didn’t do anything.”

Say something. Look at me. Just look at me.

somewhere near

boots stop in front of my cell. His throat works, his chest rising and falling

fingers tightening or the bars until they burn “Please tell me what’s

lets out a

“They found Grayson’s clothes.”

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My stomach lurches. “What?”

is hoarse, breaking apart. “Shredded.

head, stepping back like I can physically shove the

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What the hell is this? You can’t say shit like that, you-” My heart is beating so fast I think it might rupture. I grab the bars again and pull myself closer, desperate to see

My voice shudders. “You’re lying. Tell

curl into fists at his sides. “I’m not,” he cuts in, voice sharp, voice wrecked. “I’m not

doesn’t lose. He doesn’t die. That’s not–he’s not-” My hands

“You wouldn’t lie to me about

twists, his throat working like he’s trying to swallow words too heavy to say. Finally, his voice rips out, rough and furious. “What the

like it’s

I flinch, blinking at the fury blazing across his face. “You’re sitting

slick with sweat. “Of course I’m worried

both hands through his hair, pacing like he might come apart right in front of me. “You’re not listening! Everyone’s looking

Cold settles in my

messages. To Theo. You think I

shake my head hard, my breath catching. “That’s not–no, that’s not what that was. I

tangle in my throat because I did send those

care why?” His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare. “They don’t give a shit what you were trying to do. You broke the law. You made contact with him.

throat works like he’s choking on the next part.

would never I would never

me who needs to

It’s the whole pack.

rattling them so hard

your execution, Jess. You’re not getting a trial.

Execution.

to kill

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