Chapter Thirty-Two

The tidy up.

I manage to move myself back under the table. I’d rather the world melted me away at this moment. I’m assuming the ransom girl was me, why did the rogue want me and who would they think would pay the ransom. My brother certainly wouldn’t, and if I paid the ransom myself, I’d have no money to buy my own place to escape to. They must have heard a pack princess was here, which meant someone from inside was leaking information to the rebels.

The cell door unlocks with a thud and is slowly pushed open. Five pair of shoes, Blake unbelievably wearing heels even in battle, walk into the cell.

“Aida?” Axel calls my name in a hushed tone.

“Check the bathroom!” Lance orders.

“I’m here!” I bleakly respond from under the table. All heads whip around and all eyes focus on me under the table. They all tilt their heads to the side, in that sympathetic look which grates on me every time. Lance takes a step towards me and crouches down to match my height level on the floor.

“Are you h