Chapter 89 Gwen

• My room felt foreign to me when I entered it. I stood at the door, my bag dumped on the floor, staring emptily. Or maybe the emptiness was from within. I had that ilk that my feat was in vain; one without triumph and that made me feel stupid.
• I hissed, strode to my wardrobe to deposit my bag and went to sit on the bed with my hands covering my face. By now, I was certain Ashton must have heard I was back. Or sensed it.
• I was ready for whatever punishment he had in store for me. All I cared about was for him to release Tyler. The young man did nothing to deserve what was done to him.