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However, that move did steady her heartbeat, knowing that she was in safe hands. "Don't scream," he ordered, his voice deeper than usual. Harlow nodded her head and envisioned herself in her happy place. Her room. She envisioned herself laying in her soft bed, engulfed with her many blankets. 'Is Michael Collins your Mate?' 'No, no, please not now!' Many had said guilt is a heavy burden, and Harlow now understood why. It seemed to get in the way of her performing well, to keep her mind completely clear of guilty thoughts. Her Alpha's words seemed to invade her mind in the most critical timings. The guilt clogged up Harlow's mind with thoughts. If they find out she'd lied, it would be the end

He looked at her. She signed: "Guilty." He signed: "Primary count. Two secondaries." She held the word for a moment. Guilty. On the permanent record. In the formal institutional language that made things real in the way that private knowledge couldn't. Victor Hale, guilty of the financial fraud that had organized the damage of seventeen years.

"Did you hear about the girl in A2? She's had, like, four or five abortions in the last few months..." "Yeah, I think she's legit unstable. Every guy she sees, she calls him by the same name. It's seriously creepy." I followed their eyes and saw Nina lying in a hospital bed. Her hair was tangled, her eyes blank, and she just kept muttering to herself. "I'm sorry, Felix. I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I'll have your baby this time. I swear..." The girl who wanted me drowning in guilt for the rest of my life ended up trapped in her own instead.