You know how the saying that goes like, 'be careful what you wish for'? Well that's what is happening right now.
I am froze in place as I process what frost just said. "And who would that be?" I ask him feigning defiance.
"He shifts in his restraints and they make clunking sounds that makes me step back. I am holding the sharpie so tightly in my hand right now it could break in two if it wasn't steel.
""Trevor Kincaid."
The clanging sound on metal falling on the ground echoes through the room. I am shook and for a whole minute I don't breathe. He has found me.
