24. Zena

Quite how many days have passed, I don’t even know. They have started feeding me at least, but never enough to regain the energy to shift. I’m floating in a limbo. If I am not battling hunger pains, I am waiting for Sybil to get the strength to heal the lashes and bruises on my legs.

On top of all that, landing softly like snowfall is the constant ache in my soul for Briss.

When in my cell, my hand never leaves my mark, constantly touching it, hoping in some way he can feel any kind of connection. Now they have taken his shirt from me and given me some basic pyjama style silk clothes, without his mark I believe I might be dead by now. Being able to feel, confirm his love for me , enables me to continue opening my eyes each morning.

He forgave me for tricking Cillian. Would he be able to forgive me again?

Into the second week of being force-fed the vile lemon liquid, I have to sit and endure Ruth’s taunts and demands. She wants me to find Beta Zeke’s mate. How exactly I’m meant to do