Ninety

My wrists were on fire from the silver chains. I was lying down on the hard ground. I had been in this cell more than once, and each time, my blood used to run cold and I always thought I was going to die. Even though this was my first time to be chained with silver here, I wasn't afraid. I knew I was helpless and the silver was wearing me down, but I was certain help was on its way.

Most of the time, they kept me sedated and I was barely given food. Oriana did her best to help me out which made me believe that she was innocent, yet part of me was still reluctant. She snuck food for me from time to time and she even stayed for hours with me, trying to keep me company even when I gave her a hard time.

Neither my mate nor my family was going to leave me here. It was a matter of time. I was sure of that. I was hoping that Xander would act rationally. I didn’t hear him talk to me after the last time he did. I had been waiting for a while. I just needed to get out of here