Maisie
Maybe I needed to hear myself say it. Maybe I needed one person to believe me and not look at me like I was some monster. But I couldn't stop the yell, the desperate cry to be heard.
"I didn't–I never wrote that!"
The second the words left my mouth, Juliette's expression changed to shock, and then confusion. And then, the panic hit me. The fear.
My gaze flicked to the corners of the bathroom, to the vents, the mirror, half-expecting to find the glint of the camera lens.
She could be watching. She was always watching. Listening. It was too soon to be so damned careless. She could hurt my mates. Kara. Kisten. Bastian. Ryder. No one had heard from or seen them in months, but I knew she still had them in holding, and even if I tried to go to bed at night, telling myself I didn't care about them, and I was only doing this because of my mates, I knew every hostage the Queen kept was an indirect tie to me.
Too much was at risk for a silly emotional outburst.
