Gwendolyn's POV
"Are you sure that running it the best thing for us to do. We could just continue laying low until Terrell forgets all about this and then resurface," Gwendolyn wanted to slap some sense into Bryce. Lay low like a rat while people lived their lives, did he even know her? She was made for the limelight not for hiding. Plus, there was absolutely no way Ryan would be forgetting this.
Not showing her annoyance, Gwendolyn once again explained to him why leaving was a great idea. By the time that he finally saw reason, she felt close to just slitting his throat with her nails, not caring about her decision to not kill him there.
"Alright, we can flee," He said, and she hugged him in excitement. Finally, he was going to die!
Pulling back from the contact, she decided to push for something that would really help her out.
