Amelia's P.O.V.
As the rogue grabbed my arm roughly and began to drag me along with him toward the hallway leading to the door ahead, my mind started to race with every step I took. What are they going to do?
Is my life about to end? Is this the final stage of my life's journey?
I shake my head to get rid of those horrible thoughts in my mind and try to reassure myself.
No, I can't die. I won't let this narcissist kill me. I'll find a way to get out of this place. I need a plan to get out of here.
I just can't seem to get my mind off what happened back in the cage. They had been watching and listening to me the whole time. It was a very creepy behavior. Hell, these rogues are literally freaks anyway.
If I didn't know what betrayal felt like before, now I do. It's like a dagger pierci
