Solana's POV
I kept drifting in and out of sleep because of the drugs they gave me. And it was the only way to calm my anxiety. Not like it worked though, because I was plagued with horrible dreams— of Marcel. Anytime I closed my eyes, I saw him looking for me, weeping. The last one was worse. He was suffering.
I was still chained here, still unable to move, still waiting here while Grayson and his son sabotaged everything I had been working hard for.
I hissed when the door opened and Alastor walked in, that signature smug look on his face.
"You are awake now, sleeping beauty."
I rolled my eyes, turning my face to the other side. Looking at him made me feel sick.
"Talk to me, I like hearing you voice."
He made my stomach churn just by opening his mouth. I wish I could make him disap
