Chapter 83: Custody

Calla’s POV

“What?” I managed to choke out. My shoulder was still screaming in pain, my hands were torn and bleeding, and I could barely catch my breath, and now I was being told I was under arrest. None of it made any sense. “What are you talking about?”

Thatcher didn’t answer. He just pulled the handcuffs from his belt and stepped forward.

“Wait.” I scrambled backwards on the ground, clutching m