Williams POV.

The pounding in my head was non-stop, a reminder of the previous night.. As I slowly opened my eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings made my heart sink. I was in a cell. I could barely believe it. I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the occurrence of last night.

“Allison…” I muttered, the name slipping from my lips swiftly. Memories of me stumbling through the streets, shouting her name, and being restrained by the police flooded back.

I groaned and sat up, wincing at the dull ache in my muscles. The concrete bench beneath me was hard, and the cold steel bars surrounding me felt like an insult...