IRENE'S POV
I sat in the damp, dark basement, the cold chains wrapping around my wrists feeling heavier with each passing moment. It had been a few hours since I'd been captured, and I was getting sick of the same four walls closing in on me.
Tch, I had no business being locked in a disgustingly tiny cell by that child of all people.
"Think, Irene. There's got to be a way out of here," I whispered to myself, pacing back and forth as I racked my brain.
Still in my thoughts, an image of Simone flashed in my mind. I felt myself boiling with rage as thoughts of her smug face invaded my thoughts. "That b***h!" I cursed under my breath, fists clenching around the chains.
"She's the reason I'm here, chained up like some kind of animal! If only Nicholas could see her for the conni
