Chapter 48: Weaving In
----------------Charlie's Perspective--------------
The hurt in his eyes. The pain I caused. Everything burning down. My mate. I have ruined everything. I push up once more. My arms starting to grow weary. No. I deserve every hurt and pain. I push myself and I am only allowed the blood needed to survive. Every moment is excruciating. As it should be. I lied. I murdered. I hurt. I hurt the Lady Cassandra. I hurt my Master. I hurt.....Julian. I do not deserve anything other than pain. My arms give out. Damn!
I lie on the cold ground of my cell. Panting my breath in and out. I feel the thirst in my throat. I hear the guard come towards my cell to check on me.
"Are you alright?" I am not permitted to speak. I lift up my head. I motion to my throat. It is time for
