Chapter 6 Through Tinted Glass

• Where the hell are we..?
• The question burns in my mind as I follow Efrem out of the courthouse. I've never been this deep into the sector before, and the unfamiliarity of it all sets my nerves on edge. The concrete steps beneath my bare feet are cold and rough, somehow making me feel more vulnerable than I already do.
• Efrem’s hand rests on the small of my back, guiding me. His touch is firm, almost possessive, as if he’s already embracing his newfound ownership of me. The thought makes my skin crawl, but I can’t afford to reaction, can’t afford to recoil. One wrong move and who knows what he might do.