DROGO
In the dungeon, Vera slowly stirs awake at the groan of the gates. Footsteps approach, and with effort, her eyes adjust to the darkness.
Before her stands Camilla.
Vera lets out a soft sob, her chest trembling as relief washes over her.
“My Luna. My master. My light.” A small smile graces Vera’s bloody lips. “It’s so good to see—”
Camilla’s hand meets Vera’s cheek with a crack that echoes hard. She give her another and stop are the fourth. A tooth flies out as Vera’s head whips to the side. Handprint glares on her cheek.
“You failed,” Camilla growls. “You failed hard. Do you understand what you just did?”
“I never told him.” Vera shakes her head. “I’ll never tell him. I’ll find a way out of here and—”
“Shut up!” Camila yells in a quiet voice, her chest heaving with anger. “
