Rosalie quietly led me inside the prison. She hasn’t said a word to me and I also haven’t said anything to her. We stopped in front of a locked cell. It was dark so I couldn’t see anything beyond the iron bars but Rosalie suddenly lit a torch, looking inside before she unlocked the door.
I saw Briar, curled up on the floor. She had blood on her cloth, cuts on her face and body that didn’t heal. She seemed weak, yet the moment she stirred awake, and noticed my presence, she immediately jumped to a sitting position.
A snarl escaped her, her eyes were full of hate as she stared at me. But I didn’t care. No. Not one bit.
She’d done worse. I tried to convince myself that she deserved it and it only worked the moment she opened her mouth to curse at me.
“You f*****g bitch.” She growled, l
