Nicolette's POV

I sigh as I lay in the bed that I now hate failing asleep in. The word 'coward' was not covered by a large paining but the lingering smell of smoke was still there.

I hated this. Sitting in my room doing nothing but being trapped with my own thoughts. The outside is too dangerous. Other people are too dangerous. So I'm trapped.

There was a light knock on the door and I sensed him. The one person that I didn't want to see right now.

"Come in," I yell. The door opened slowly and Malcom came in and shut the door. "I'd rather not talk to you...