Jared’s POV
Another f*****g day and my lawyer still haven’t come to my cell. I was starting to exasperate when the guards finally announced that someone had come to visit me.
The sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway pulled me from my thoughts. I stopped pacing, my head snapping toward the door as the guards approached.
“You’ve got a visitor,” one of them said, his tone indifferent as he unlocked the cell door.
I straightened, my heart pounding in my chest. Finally, someone had come.
The door creaked open, and I stepped forward, my eyes narrowing as I tried to see who it was. But the figure that stepped into the cell wasn’t my lawyer. It wasn’t my Beta or Kathy.
It was Isabella.
My blood ran cold, and I stepped back, my mind reeling. What the hell was she doing here?
“Isabel
