ITHRA
I couldn't forget the look in his eyes when he dropped me off.
Disappointment, frustration and something I couldn't quite lay my hands on.
For the past three days, I've been here. Locked up in the dark and starved of food or water.
For some reason, despite being badly wounded and empty, I was still alive and breathing through it all.
Did I regret what I did? Not the littlest bit. If Zadok was anything like Sollel described him to be, he would agree with me too.
I doubt he was anything like the poor girl described, seeing I was still here, serving punishment for something that was not my fault.
“I can hear your brain wheels turning, what on god's name are you thinking, witch?”
I heard the voice of my prison mate and nearly let out a sigh. As if getting locked up and sta
