Felix couldn't believe he was still in the prison cell. If it was any other place, he would have escaped easily, he was impressively skilled at escaping prisons, which was a story for another time. But there he was still on the stone slab, head in his hands, thinking so hard that a headache, the size of a boulder, weighted on his head.
It was already morning, the day had to eventually end and night had to fall, the full moon had to appear and Debora will have to take part in the ceremony. He half wished that she would refuse, even if they threatened her with him. But he knew Debora very well, she wouldn't do that. She would never be selfish. And that was the biggest problem right now.
Felix chewed on his chapped bottom lip, and sighed. He was worrying about Debora a lot, why would he?
