Chapter 118

• “Wow, you look awful.” I looked at April but felt no shred of remorse or even excitement at the state in which she was. All I felt was numbness. To think that this bitch was created just to mess with me.
• “Are you here to gloat?” She asked from her busted and buried lips. “You won and I lost so you must be happy.”
• “April Arlington.” I felt a sense of Déjà vu as I looked at her in a cell. “Were we ever in a competition?”