Vincent's POV
The Next Morning.
I didn't sleep.
Not really.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jojo's face disappearing into the dark. I kept listening for a scream, an alarm, footsteps anything.
But the night passed with nothing but the low hum of the lights and the breathing of the others.
Then came the sound.
Heavy boots.
Thudding down the corridor. It was Getting louder.
A second later, the lights snapped on. I flinched and sat up. The others were stirring around me, confused, groggy. Some were rubbing their eyes, others already on high alert.
The door slammed open.
Three masked guards in full black stormed into the room. One of them hit the wall
"Get up. Now."
No explanation. No questions allowed.
I felt Zaara shift behind me. I turned slightly. We both knew what this was about.
Jojo.
Had she made it back?
They forced us into a line.
They marched us down a hallway we'd never used before.. The further we walked, the more claustrophobic it got.
