Dove pov
I'm woken abruptly from a kick to the stomach.
I'm lying on the floor, curling into myself. Everything is in pain, ranging from a splitting ache in my head to bruised ribs and weak limbs from whatever I've been drugged with.
Someone looms over me, wearing chunky black boots that I've become well acquainted with, and a gruesome scowl.
They kick me again, narrowly missing winding me. I cough, groaning in pain as I hold my hands up as a mock shield in front of myself.
"Please...stop," I beg weakly.
They crouch down in front of me, grabbing the collar of my shirt. Their face swims in my vision, but I note Varian's pack crest on the shirt.
Matthias's manor...the explosion, the smoke and being separated from my father. Soldiers found me, drugged me...
My father. f**k.
Grief onl
