Taking action

Isabella P.O.V.

We’ve been held in the hellhole for a couple of days at least. Conan has come and gone, bragging and making snarky disgusting comments. He keeps insinuating he wants me as his mate, and that is not ever going to happen. The witch from the day we arrived disappeared, and we heard the guards speak of it with hush voices of concern. Alex and I have mostly kept quiet, and communicated by our twin bond when no one is there. We think they are not spying on us, as no one has mentioned it by a word. They haven’t even moved us to separate rooms.

We have been loosened though, so we can eat and drink, and they still believe they have bound my powers with the tricks, not knowing they are very well intact. I have just been buying myself time to think and drag as much information out of Conan as possible.

‘Isa! I’m in contact with Fenris. They are okay, but Thalia has done it this time. She’s been working with a dark witch, and possibly with Conan. She had our mate mark rem