—Tristan—  

    I raced down the stairs when I heard Simon’s cackling and spotted him in the doorway to Ellie’s cell, not inside of it. I slowed, knowing there was no rush. He wasn’t that stupid. Stupid enough, but not so stupid to try touching something that was mine. 

   “Get out, you disgusting pervert,” I heard Ellie’s voice. 

   “Shut up, whore. You aren’t in New York. Here you are nothing. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your cunt once ...