When my fingers finally wrap around the cool handle of my door, I wrench it open and step out into the shadowed hallway. A cry echoes, and I still at the sound. It’s him. I don’t know how I know since I’ve never heard the future Enforcer cry out before, but something tugs me in the direction of his room. My feet are moving of their own accord, guiding me closer to him with every step.
oh my bby
