57. Dreaming

Airk’s pov

I must be dreaming. This can’t be real.

I saw dad and grandpa in front of the glass. In front of the very glass where I had seen my mate have sex with the woman he called "baby."

I knew that wasn’t her name; he had only mentioned her name once when he was threatening her life. Like my name, he refused to use hers. Maybe it was too much effort to learn people’s names, or maybe it was a way to remind them they could be easily replaced. We were nameless people that nobody cared about.

Jace only brought her into the cell, but I could feel him with other people as well. Once he realized it hurt me but not him, he tried to have sex as often as he could.

When he did beat me up, he lessened the amount of wolsbane in the cell. But it still stopped Jace from feeling most of it. Jace hurt me any chance he could, but he never came close to killing me. Jace didn’t want me dead. He wanted me to learn a lesson.

I was pretending I was compliant, pretending I would do whatever he wante