His Trouble Maker

Chapter 89

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.

are locked somewhere near the floor. He won’t meet

stop in front of my cell. His throat works, his chest rising and falling like he’s trying to force the words

beg, my fingers tightening or the bars until they burn

lets out a long

“They found Grayson’s clothes.”

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My stomach lurches. “What?”

the woods.” His voice is hoarse, breaking

like I can physically

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middle. “Seriously. 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

Look at me.” My voice shudders. “You’re lying.

at his sides. “I’m not,” he cuts in,

chest. “You have to be. You have to be lying because Grayson doesn’t–Grayson doesn’t lose. He doesn’t die. That’s not–he’s not-” My

collapsing. “You wouldn’t lie to me about this. Right? Pierce? You

his throat working like he’s trying to swallow words too heavy to say. Finally, his voice rips out, rough and furious. “What the fuck did you do, Jess? Do

it like it’s the only

at the fury blazing across his face. “You’re

grip the bars tighter, my palms slick with sweat. “Of course I’m worried about him! He’s not–he’s not dead!

in

up. Cold settles

your messages. To Theo. You think I can explain that? You think I can stand up there and tell them you’ve been sneaking around talking

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

did send those messages. I did

you were trying to do. You broke the law.

works like he’s choking on the next part. “Now they think you tore

voice shatters. “I would never I would never hurt

just me who needs to

It’s the whole pack.

against the bars, rattling them so hard the

You’re not getting a trial. You’re not getting a second

Execution.

to kill

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