Gracie’s POV
I stood up from the cold floor of the cell, my back aching from the hard stone beneath me. My legs trembled slightly, weak from days of sitting with barely any movement. The chains were gone, but the prison was still very real.
The iron door towered in front of me, sealed from the outside. I reached for the bars and gripped them tightly, pressing my forehead against the cold metal. I didn’t know how many days had passed. Maybe weeks. Time had stopped making sense a long time ago.
Even my mother hadn’t been allowed to visit me.
And Tavin… my brother. He wasn’t even strong enough to fight for me. Or maybe he gave up.
I didn’t know which was worse.
They said I had caused too much pain. That my actions led to my father’s death, Beta Alvarick, the man I had once admired more
