Unknown POV
Walking into the cells, I grab the bucket of water, tossing it on the b***h. She jerks awake, her eyes lazily peer up at me. Her face is hollow and gaunt-looking. I smile at her as I unlock the cell; the moment I do, she exerts her last bit of energy, trying to lunge at me. The chains rip her backward before she reaches me.
I crouch on the ground in front of her, twirling the syringe in my fingers. The beauty of monkshood, all supernaturals are affected by it. Her eyes nervously watch as she knows what is coming but instead, I let her remain awake, needing her alert enough to answer my questions.
“I will make you a deal; you answer my questions, I will end your misery,” I tell her.
She closes her eyes, leaning her head on the brick wall behind her. She needs blood; the lo
