Lola's POV

Morgan stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on me. His face was unreadable, but I could see something dark and dangerous building behind his eyes.

The room went completely silent. Even Amy stopped talking. Everyone just stared at him.

Morgan's gaze moved slowly across the room. He looked at Amy. At her friends. At the scissors in someone's hand. At the chunks of my hair scattered on the floor. At the ropes binding my wrists.

Then his eyes came back to me. I was still on my knees, ...