Alana’s POV
I was being treated worse than a dog.
I knew that staying in the place where Ronan termed to be where he kept his lowly criminals was not going to be a fun stay, but I had expected anything but what I was experiencing. The food they gave us had begun to spoil and we were only allowed to use the toilet once a day. I had told myself that I would be able to survive it for the past few days and I have been surviving through it, but my brother was who I was afraid for.
With the injury he had, I wasn’t sure if he was going to survive it. I had to speak to him multiple times a day because I did not want him to slip into unconsciousness. His wound had infected and he had been burning up with fever and there was nothing I could do. I tried to open up the gates but I was weak because
