Nyla K

“You’re here to stay. You will not be leaving. Ever.”

tattooed officer wrapping a large hand around the back of my head to hold me still as he brings the clippers to my scalp, wasting no time buzzing through my hair.

“He been claimed yet?”

“Rook… You coming by later?”

“We’re on an island. About ten miles off the coast of New York,

The asshole ratted me out. There are cops everywhere.

And everything fades into red.

Red like lots and lots of blood.

“I wouldn’t tell him anything personal about yourself. And definitely don’t make any deals with him.”

“O’Malley and Kang like to scrap, but they’ll only start something with you if they’re on edge or cornered. And Ren…”

“The guards are Velle’s.”