CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX

Enya pov

I think I fainted, for when I open my eyes, I'm surrounded by complete darkness. I'm not sure if it's because it's late or someone decided to turn off every light source in these cells. I try to sit up but end up on my knees, barely able to hold my head up. A strange wave of pain erupts in my chest, and my hand instinctively reaches out. 

"Father?" I whisper. I don't need him, but for some reason, I know I'd feel a lot better if I knew he's around. This must be a family thing.

After a few minutes, there's still no sound or at least movement, so I call out to him again. This time he crawls closer to the bars of his cell. "Child, it's late; you need to get some sleep," he sounds calm, but I can hear the panic in his words.