“Then what do you want to be a part of?” He inquires, with a raised brow and arms folded over his chest.

Just one look and I can tell he won’t be giving up that easily.

I let out a sigh. In response, he lets out a huff.

“You’d rather be with them?” He questions.

I shake my head in negative. The thought of going back to the same people that exchanged me for their sister’s safety makes my stomach churn.

“You know I’m not with them voluntarily.” I whisper, my voices comes ...