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I’m John Chevelle, Head Correctional Officer of Alabaster Penitentiary. And simply put, I fucking own this place.
He looks good leaving… They always do, which is why I’m not supposed to want guys like him anymore. It’s always me standing around alone in the end.
Colombian. But this man didn’t sound Hispanic at all.
“Stay where you are.” His eyes round at my command, pupils dilating.
“Will you please just… let Luthor keep his stuff? Please, I’ll do anything.” I spin around to face him once more, my brows zipped together in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Why does she get to touch you?” Velle murmurs, “Because she keeps me standing… But you make me fall.”
Knowing you’ll catch me makes me want to fall.”

