Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-One

Lauren's POV

“You’ll never learn your lesson, Lauren,” I scolded myself as I stood with my arms wrapped around my body to keep from the cold, which didn’t do much since there was more cold rising inside me than the one that was brought by the night air.

Jameson had arranged for us to meet close to the port, right under an empty shed. The moment I stepped there, I realized that maybe Damien was right. I had been foolishly putting my life in danger this whole time for no reason, and I could end up dead. It was even a miracle that I was standing there.

I took my phone out of my pocket, deciding to call Jameson for the second time to remind him that I was waiting for him in case he had forgotten.

“You don’t really have much patience, especially when it comes to your mother, do you?” He asked with a light chuckle before I got the chance to ask him where he was and why he was taking so long to show up.

“Can you at least make it here in the next five minutes?”