Chapter 52 Seraphina

SERAPHINA POV

I woke up in a dark and damp room with my limbs feeling heavy. As my eyes came into focus, I realized that my wrists and ankles were bound to a metal bedframe. When I looked down at myself I was changed into one of my old nightgowns, instead of the clothes that I had come to the packhouse in. How Allister still had this was beyond me. It was in that moment that I realized where Allister had taken me. I was in the cells that were under the pack house.

I knew from watching my father handle prisoners, that this was not a place you wanted to be if you didn’t have to. Although I couldn’t see into the next cell, I knew I was down here alone. I also knew that on the opposite side of my cell would be the “interrogation chair.” As I closed my eyes, I pictured the tools used to get information out of the prisoners put in the chair. A shiver went through me at the memory.

The smell of piss, mildew, and other things that I didn’t care to bring a name to permeated my nostrils. As I