Noah's POV

She had lost her composure. I hadn't imagined it. Her flushed face and uncomfortable demeanor. It happened.

I smiled as I walked along the hall. It had gone just as I'd imagined it would or was I asleep? Could this be a dream?

Davey's fist struck me in my face and I knew it wasn't a dream. Dreams don't cause pain and give a black eye.

I was smart enough to take the surprise hit and go down. Fighting back would mean my death. I wasn't ready to die just yet.

Mr. Hardly showed up again just as I knew he would. The man was out for blood...