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MATT’S POV

Getting outside was very seamless, more seamless than I had imagined. It seemed as if every single guard had their palms greased and that was why I was a bit confused about what was happening. It wasn't long before I was transported to the small boat just on the shore. I sat there and heard the motor him softly beneath me as it started. It wasn't long before it started cutting through the dark, still waters.

The sound of the waves slapping on the side was the only thing that momentarily got my mind off what was happening. I was trying so hard to push off the troubling thoughts about Tristan and the fearful possibilities. The boar rocked gently and I gripped the edge, I could feel my knuckles turning white from pressure and I could feel my face turning blue from fear. I was supposed to be happy, I was supposed to smile because this would mark the end of being under captivity but...I just didn't feel any bit of happiness inside me.

Even the cool breeze that came by every no