Alexander’s POV
Two shadows crossed in front of me, making yet another round around the cage. I clutched at my head, the pain never subsiding. My head pulsed, throbbed, pounded. I laid in the middle of my prison cell on my stomach, trying to use the coolness of the granite flooring to fight against the hammering happening in my head. I had lost all sense of time. The bright, fluorescent light above me never went dark. Feeling sick, I turned myself and sat up slowly, crossing my legs. I brought my hands slowly down to my lap.
Wait. Why are my hands so small? With chipped nail polish? These…these aren’t my hands.
A loud clanging noise attracted my attention. A dark figure covered in all black approached me. A black cowl covered its face as well. Nicholas?
“And how are you, my dear? Rea
