ALIONA'S POV
It was damp and cold in the dungeon. But, it didn't equate to the pain in my heart, carved deeply by the triplets' actions.
I wasn't a thief, never been one. Less privilege? Yes. The kid at school who fed off free food, and couldn't afford to pay for lunch at school? That would be me. But not a thief.
My eyes ached from crying too much, all night. I'd spent two days in the dungeon, without food and water. My entire body wracked with pain from the cold hard ground.
Still, it was the betrayal that stung the most. They— my mates, left me the time I needed them the most. The humiliation in the presence of the other students was nothing I prepared for.
I could only make mental images of my face plastered all over the internet. That would destroy my reputation, and probably
