CHAPTER 63
After Lenia went away, Amyla was once again left in her thoughts of despair as she looked at the shady cell walls. It was a bit better in the mornings, but in the evenings, the eerie silence terrified her. All these days she felt her mind going more and more numb because of the distorted pattern of sleep. At night, the fear would keep her awake until once in a while exhaustion took over her.
The thoughts of Zayan and his cruel ways spiralled darkly in her mind, dragging her through a despair that gave rise to more dangerous thoughts.
Rubbing her tired eyes and sighing for the umpteenth time, Amyla closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. Only to open them a while later when she heard the voice of heavy footsteps trudging towards her.
It must be Margaret, she thought
