Chapter Twenty Three: The Wrong Guy?

**Kyla's POV**

She cackles and moves pushing me beyond my limits and testing my patience at this very moment. It's annoying really. I just want to know who dared Richard that's all.

"Joana,"

I said between gritted teeth.

"The condition is that you get back into the game."

"WHAT!"

I scream for everyone to hear. My voice echoed all through the hallway.

"That's my condition. You know you're not getting out anyway, so this way you get to be informed too."

"Why won't you just let me leave."

"So your life can be perfect again. I think not."

She smirks and It clicked.

"So you're jealous. That's what this is all about."

"Call it what you want Kyla. I've stated my terms, do you agree or not."

I thought hard about what to do. Then, I realized I can get out of the game anytime I want to. For now, I need to know the bastard who did it.

"Yes, I agree."

"Excellent."

"Now tell me who did it."

"Eager are we?"

"Joana,"

I grit my teeth, she cackles once more.