Damien's POV

As Trey drove us back to the cell, I seized the moment to ask again, my voice low and suspicious. “Did one of you tell someone what we did?”

I still couldn’t believe Maya had just happened to walk in while we were talking. That kind of coincidence didn’t sit right with me. Someone must have said something. Zach had already admitted he could barely make out our conversation from the laundry room.

“Why would I say anything, Damien?” Zach snapped. “I’m the one who ...