Elma POV
"The King is dead."
Somewhere down the corridor, a prisoner began to laugh. I stayed against the wall of my cell, watching the bald Lycan across from me unfold his note with scarred fingers.
Dead. Xander could be dead.
Two days ago, I'd wished for exactly that. I could still see him in the doorway of my room, telling the guards to starve me. I could hear the disgust in his voice. I waited for the satisfaction to come. Instead, I felt the cold stone at my back and the weakness in my legs, and I couldn't tell whether the hollow feeling beneath my ribs was hunger or something worse.
The bald man read his letter. Whatever was written there pleased him. He folded it, slipped it under his shirt, and walked through the broken door without once looking at me.
"What about her?" the w
