Chapter Fourty-Nine

Celeste’s POV

Another sharp, hard jab to my rib sends a shot of pain through my chest and takes my breath away. My arms ache from being held so firmly above my head by solid metal chains attached to a thick metal hoop in the ceiling. I try to move to lessen the impact of the blows that are raining down on me but the is nowhere for me to go. Each blow sends a booming thud or crack around the bare concrete room. ‘We will only ask one more time Celeste. Where is your dirty little mate and what did you tell them?’ Tears pour from my eyes and drip from the end of my nose. I dare not look up into her cold eyes again, as the smack to the face that followed last time was awful and bust my lip open. ‘I told you High Priestess, I have no mate. That was a foolish mistake in the heat of passion.’ I cry out but my words seem to fall on deaf, ignorant ears. I feel her turn away from me, the glare of her eyes no longer fixed on the crown of my head.

‘Take her to the cells. Maybe a co