Set me free

I let Bryson do whatever he wanted with me for two days. I stayed silent and pretended to be unmoved while planning my next move. Quietly, I studied Bryson and the new staff in the pack house. I had no idea where Francesca and Kat were but was glad I didn’t have to run into them. By the third day, I was ready to set Maran free. I chose to do it on that day because Bryson was around which meant that his guards wouldn’t be watching me like hawks.

I failed to get my hands on a good weapon so I settled for the small dagger I found under Bryson’s bed. The only decent thing Bryson had done was not sleeping in Jackson’s bed. Of course he didn’t do it out of respect but because he found Jackson disgusting. As if!

While Bryson dined and wined with his loud mouthed friends in the living room at 4pm, I snuck out of my room. The main hallway of the second floor was empty and so was that of the first floor. It was almost too easy. It made me wonder if I was being set up. What if Bryson had someho