We went to the restaurant, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. I was surrounded by so many people. But a part of me, because of my connection with Alexander, or rather, because of his mark on me, a part of me felt safe. We were shown to a table, and Alexander pulled out a chair for me. The waitress, a smiling young woman, handed me what she called a menu. I looked at it, but it was incomprehensible to me, just abstract symbols. I had never had the chance to learn to read, let alone write. I knew nothing.
I had grown up in a dungeon, like a criminal. Then, Alpha Thompson had taken power from his father and come to free me from my prison. I thought my misfortunes were over, but I was so wrong. At first, to prevent me from escaping, he had put silver chains on my feet, almost preventing me
