Michelle's POV

It wasn't Scott.

It was Vivian. Even though her back was to me, I could recognize that chestnut hair anywhere.

She turned and met my gaze. She smiled and walked to the table then stopped before it.

“We have a lot to talk about, don't you agree?”

"I'd choose to do anything than talk to you.” I answered and attempted to leave however the warden was by the door, his hands on the knob, ready to shut it.

I turned back.

“Playing tricks again, Vivian?”

“Rather, I have come to learn from the trickster herself.” She pulled out a chair and sat, eyes locked on me, “Sit.”

I...