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But I can’t tell him why he touched me.
Shame and distress hit me at once, and I feel like a terrible human as I sit here. I’m in love with Reign, I truly am.
And that means I need to stop whatever secret madness is going on with the masked man.
“I’ll make things right, Reign. I’ll make it right.” In more ways than he realizes.
He works his jaw around, his body coiled tight with tension. He stands up straight, staring at me through the glass.
“You better figure shit out, Lakyn, because if you don’t, I’m going to figure it out for you.” He hangs up, and my chest feels like bullets are ripping through it. I gasp, whimpering as he steps away from the table.
“Reign!” I shout, the phone still to my ear.
“Reign!” I feel as if hysteria is filling me, and I’m about to lose my shit.
“Reign!” I roar at the top of my lungs, and I can hear the sound of officers rushing toward me.
Finally, at the last moment, he turns around.
“I love you,” I shout at him.
He smirks, though it looks angry, and chills ripple across my skin. “I know you do, baby, and that’s why you’ll always end up beside me at the end of the day.”
The phone is ripped from my hand, and I turn to see the detective standing beside me. “That’s all for today.”
I shake my head. “You told me I could see Archer, too.”
He shakes his head. “Mr. Santrell does not want visitors right now,” he says.
I bite my lip. “You’re lying.”
Archer would never turn down a visit. He would never turn me down.
He shakes his head, guiding me away from the table. “There’s nothing we can do. He does not feel like visiting today. Perhaps another day would work better.”
I grind my jaw. In shock. In pain. “When are they getting released?”
“As soon as their charges are sentenced or dismissed. We will know more information tomorrow.”
I swallow, not having a clue on what to say.
I feel helpless, and lost, and a little brokenhearted.
Everything is crashing down at once.
And I don’t know how to save it all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LAKYN
Iadjust my backpack over my shoulder, the leaves whishing together as they fly through the air, the wind extra strong today.
I finally had my first day back at class and I have to say, it was extremely boring. It’s officially been a year since I’ve attended class in person, and it felt incredibly long. The lecture with Professor McDonell, who drawled on for over an hour about psychology and the criminal mind. Interesting concept, yes. Boring teacher, extra yes.
Though, luckily, tomorrow is already Halloween. I wish I could say I was excited, but all I feel is anxiety.
Tomorrow will be a year since Zane’s death, since the fateful night where we stole the life of another human being. It’s almost become an unspoken concept with our group. No one speaks about him.
