MARCUS BAXTER
Sitting in that cold, damp cell, I was miserable. All my dreams had vanished in front of my eyes. All of my work, my sacrifices had been for nothing. Jonas had died for nothing. I still felt bad about killing him, but I had to keep telling myself that I had no choice. Jonas had been a very good friend to me growing up, but he had started to suspect that I was up to something. I had caught him watching a few times. I had tried to convince him that I was worried about Chloe being Chris's mate. That I didn't fully trust her, but I didn't think that he had totally bought it. So when Camille and I came up with the idea to disguise someone as me, attack them and make them believe that it was Chloe, Jonas was the obvious choice. Plus, taking his place would allow me to stay close t
