JUNIPER'S POV:

Hiram doesn't look at me. He pulls away and gets to his feet like I'm invisible. He adjusts his pants, knots the rope around his waist, and walks off without a word.

I sit there, frozen, as a thousand emotions ripple through me-shame, anger, betrayal. My chest feels tight, and I glance at the camera on the wall. The knot in my stomach twists tighter, knowing Cillian was behind it. Watching.

"Hiram!" I scream out his name as I push to my feet.

He doesn't stop even after hearing ...