TREY
I sit back on the dark leather couch a few feet from my bed, legs crossed, phone resting in my palm as I stare into the lit screen.
What am I watching?
My naughty little mouse.
The second the word ‘Run’ left my mouth earlier, Skylar bolted out of my room like her clothes were on fire. And Ryder? That psychotic fucker didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second–he scrambled up off the floor and took off right after her, bleeding tongue and all.
Me? I took my time. I casually walked over to the sofa, sat down, and pulled up The Vault’s security feed.
Why? Because real monsters don't desperately chase what already belongs to them. At the end of the day, I’m going to win. Always.
Not just because I have a full, unobstructed view of every camera covering this pit... but because
