Chapter 25
Ivy’s eyes were forced open when a ray of blinding light broke through the darkness. Her stiff muscles protested as she propped herself up, straining to see who it was. Her senses were so dulled she could barely smell anything over the lingering stench of blood and what she could only imagine was her own odour. Footsteps made their way down the stairs, the deep sound resonating all around her. Craning her neck forward a little, Ivy’s nose twitched at the familiar and comforting smell of pine and sea salt. All Lilka could do was smile, while Ivy’s body slumped closer to the wall. I told you he’d come. Ivy didn’t respond. Her eyes trained on the bars as she silently begged for it not to be another hallucination. They were getting more frequent. The marks on her body a painful reminder o
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