Tessa
I blink slowly, forcing my eyes open.
The ceiling above me is cracked and dusty, cobwebs hanging as sunlight filters weakly through a shattered window. The air smells like rust, dirt, and something rotten.
From the side of my eyes, I notice a body beside, I turn my head slightly and my heart skips a beat. It is one of Aunt Ophelia's men or rather, my father's men.
My heart lurches. “Hey…” I whisper, shaking his arm, but he doesn’t stir.
I exhale and push myself up, my palms having no choice but to touch the dust, my head still spinning.
I see a blurry figure standing before me, I scratch my eyes to have a clearer view, then I blink.
If it isn't the beast himself!
George is standing a few feet away, my heart clenches and I quickly stand the moment I see Aunt Ophelia's letter
