AMANDA
"Help me," I whispered, my eyes darting around the dimly lit room. My heart raced as I spotted Anton—or was it Adam?—skulking near the dungeon.
I pressed my forehead against the freezing iron bars, the chill biting into my skin. Desperation clawed its way through my chest, its talons scraping my ribs as I breathed in the stench of damp stone and old blood. Theodus wasn’t here—thank the Goddess for small mercies. He was likely parading his psychotic power trip somewhere else, drunk on his own delusions.
The bastard had locked me down here after I dared to push him too far. As if locking me in a cage would tame me.
Oh, I’d make him regret that. Regret everything.
I will really kill him.
"Please," I hissed, louder this time. The beta's head snapped towards me, his eyes narrowi
