With Trevor's contest at its end, it'd be easy to say we're three against one. And yet I've never felt so alone.
My heart is torn, twisted, ripped. I'm alternately hot and cold. I dream vivid dreams, no longer sure if they're fantasy or reality.
There's a new player in the game. He's tall, broad, beautiful, and intimidating. Everyone is afraid of him, even the company. I'm told he has a secret, and that I'm its subject. And someone else has a secret, too — from our mystery man, and god help us if he learns it.
Everyone is loyal to something or someone in this place — though it's seldom what it seems.
I don't know who's with me and who's against me — if I'll go home with my new protector ... or be kept here forever.
I couldn't possibly be what Eros has combed the world for ... can I?
