Chapter Forty-Two

Mazelina

Fenrir calls this room a cell. My prison, but as I look around, it’s the most luxurious cell I’ve ever seen in my life.

It looks like someone has pulled a picture of what a seaside resort suite would look like and put everything from that picture in this room; it’s equally beautiful and ridiculous at once.

Every shade of blue and sandy yellows you can think of in one space, even the wood smells like the beach.

“What the hell is this?” I murmur to myself, sitting up from the king bed. All I remember is Fenrir telling me Aries is dead. He can’t be dead; I would feel it if he were gone. Oh my god, Stella!

“Fenrir said she was unharmed and safe,” Samara answers me.

“And you believe him? He said Aries is dead and Stella’s safe. That makes no sense.”

“Don’t be angry with me.” She begs.

I’m so fucking angry. Angry at Sam for leaving me. Mad at being captured. Furious at the possibility of Aries being dead, enraged that I may never see my family again, and most of all, I’m angry th