Brandon's POV:
It was dawn by the time I returned to my wing in the castle. I made my way to my bedroom to check on my prisoner.
She was still there. Chained to the foot of the bed, and wide awake. She perked up as I walked in, alarm flashing in her dark eyes. I taped her mouth shut, she wouldn't stop yapping my damn ears off.
"You are a very clever witch."
I walked over to her, bent down and peeled the tape off the girl's mouth. She wasted no time and spat at me.
"You bastard!" She screamed, her eyes wide with anger. "You're sick! you're so f*****g sick! Locking me up in here?!"
I wiped the glob off my face and sighed softly. "Look, Lydia or whatever your name is. I've had a long ass day, and the last thing I want to deal with is your mouth. So let's make this quick, shall we?"
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