CATRIONA
“Wake up, human.”
A deep voice echoed into my ears like thunder in a cave.
My eyes opened slowly. Blurred shadows sharpened into faces—them. The kidnappers. A crowd of men surrounded me.
“She’s awake. Call the king.” one of them said.
I was on the cold floor, sitting on my butt, leaning against a rough, mouldy wall. The room stank like rot and rat piss—like a forgotten storage closet. My stomach churned.
“What do you want from me?”
“Why did you kidnap me?”
“Do you have something against me?”
I threw the questions at them, but they ignored me—like I didn’t exist.
Ten minutes later, the door opened, and a man walked in. Tall. Confident. Too handsome for the evil in his eyes. He looked around my Jayden’s size and build—but there was nothing warm in his stare. Just hunger.
