KNOX
My heart began to race and I tried to push myself up from where I was sitting, just to reach her height but I was pulled back down by the chain, burning and stinging my wrists.
"Olea." I whispered, choking on my breath. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
As far as I was concerned, I had left her with Grandma Clarice! This place was farther than the pack house. I couldn't even tell the exact location it was at the moment and I had thought of asking other prisoners, so I could navigate my way out of here when it was time.
Until now!
Oleander looked at me, taken aback by my words. She pursed her lips, but didn't respond right away.
"I asked you a damned question!" I snapped at her, glaring.
She flinched.
And suddenly I felt bad. I didn't like when I raised my voice at her, yet I hated that when I asked her a question, she'd choose to be mute rather than respond.
