Ivelle’s POV
The prison air was heavy and cold, I wrapped my hands around me to keep myself warm but that did little to nothing, the sheets on the bed barely did a thing as well. I tiredly leaned on the stone wall, my heart racing as I listened to the distant footsteps that approached.
I could tell it wasn’t Mavros but someone else. “What are you doing here?” I questioned the figure standing right in front of the cell bar, I could barely see the face but I could tell it was a woman.
“Why did you come back here?” Fayra finally spoke. “Everything was going perfectly when you left so why the hell did you come back?” Anger was clearly evident in her tone as she spoke.
“If I had the option to leave, I wouldn't be here.” I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. “I didn’t ask to be brought here
