'End her and burn the body.'
Arianna gasped, snapping awake from her nightmares. Her chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm as she squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to calm her racing heart.
It was haunting her again. The cruelty of her mate rejection tearing her from within.
After drawing several deep breath, Arianna calmed, slowly took in her surrounding. She was not longer in the king's chamber but surrounded by cold walls and firm iron bars.
With effort, she pushed herself up to a sitting position. A clanking sound echoed, and her gaze fell on the chains that bound her arms and legs, biting into her skin with their cruel tightness.
Her appearance was disheveled. Her hair resembling a bird's nest, and her skin was marred with red marks from the King’s harsh, possessive grip.
