Freya
Walking through the dark sewers is the worst thing I’ve ever done. The foul stench of sewage water fills my nostrils, and my shoes aren’t waterproof, so my socks are drenched. It’s disgusting but not bad enough to make me turn around.
I continue walking, navigating through the sewers while following my heart. I can feel the mate bond growing stronger and stronger as I make it closer to Bell’s prison cell. Soon, I come to a ladder where the mate bond is so strong that I know Bell’s prison cell is the one above.
“I better be right about this, and Bell better still be alive,” I whisper to myself, imagining the pain he must be in. It wouldn’t surprise me if Principal Goldstein had tortured him or refused to give him food.
I wonder what state he will be in. Half-dead? Worry slashes
