FORTY-FOUR

This cell reminds me of the last one I’d been in at Silver Moon before Ailana helped me escape. It was cold and dark and without any form of ventilation. I wasn’t sure how many hours passed and if it was morning yet because it was hard to tell since the cell is always dark. I’d cried till there were no tears left and stayed awake all through the night, wondering what will become of me now.

Many times, I wished for a miracle. For someone to come save me the same way Aila had saved me when I’d lost all hope at Silver Moon. But this isn’t Silver Moon and Ailana isn’t here. Even if she were, it’ll be impossible to break out of any cell in the Lycaon place.

I cursed Zayden, and then I cursed myself too. How did I ever forget that I was the most ill-fated and luckless person on earth? How did I think I’ll pull this off without him finding out? I let myself get carried away by his beautiful face, the attraction I felt towards him, and the life of affluence that I started to believe this one