Chapter 32 Illsuion Of Control
- I rest my elbows on my knees, chin in hands, watching Isaak come through the front door with Bolt and Mayhem on leashes. From my perch atop the staircase, the main entrance hall seems a world away—a distance I'm grateful for.
- This is the first time I've seen the pair of pitbulls since the night I tried to escape through my bedroom window. And a question nags at me:
- Where do they keep them?