MAX'S POV.

With haste I stand from and away from the bed towards the door, I bang my fists severally at the door before a guard finally pushes it open .

"Of what assistance may I be to you?" He asks, I cork my eyebrows wondering why I sense there is a high sarcasm in his voice, perhaps I am thinking far too much and I'm just placing pressure where not needed.

"Sir? what do you want from me, or what do you want me to do ?" He asks again, this time pushing buttons and I failed to answer him the first time.

I swallow hard as I see...