Valentina POV
I want to say I’d wish, but sadly, Tommy doesn’t feel the same way. There is something about the way Dylan looks at me though, it makes a shiver run down my spine involuntarily. Especially when his gaze is this.. intense.
“Not that it is any of your business, but it’s my best friend’s. But, if you will excuse me, I was on my way somewhere. And it wasn’t to be standing here chatting, while they can discover I have escaped any minute now” I find myself relpying, as I move to walk away from him. There is no point in shifting yet, as I am fairly certain he won’t leave it at this. I am proven right when I hear him speak up “Valentina, please. I’m not sure what my dad has planned, but he intends to keep you here and not deliver you to that *sshole. Please get back to the cells,
