Hundred and forty

Sitting alone in the small room, Arabella's mind raced with worries. She remained under Sandro's control, wondering why no one had come for her yet. She also thought about Blaze and how he was holding up, whether he was awake and concerned for her.

She felt the weight of Sandro's constant presence. He frequently entered the room, either watching her silently or berating her for carrying Blaze's child. She knew she should confess the truth but didn't want to.

Feeling trapped, like a bird in a cage, Arabella longed for her freedom, the wind in her hair. Surprisingly, she even missed the Phoenix cave and Orga.

Though she vowed not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her defeated, she couldn't deny her discomfort in his presence.

Lost in thought, Arabella didn't notice Sandro entering the room until he spoke. Startled, she looked up and met his gaze.

"That's news coming from you," he remarked, a trace of amusement in his voice.

Confused, Arabella furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"