Chapter 33 Pain In The Ass

• Kayla
• I pulled the chair closer to the table and sat down across from Grace, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. She looked even more fragile up close, her hollow cheeks and sunken eyes making her seem far older than she probably was. Her wrists were still bound, resting limply on the table, and her hair hung in greasy clumps around her face.
• “Do you need anything to be more comfortable?” I asked softly. The last thing I wanted was to scare her off again.