Iris
My mattress creaked as I moved my head from side to side. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was midnight, and silent. The guards were asleep, I figured.
But I was so restless. Maybe it was because Adonis hadn’t come to visit me. I hated to admit it, but I longed for him. Sighing, I looked around the dimly lit cell, trying to calm the restless storm inside me. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, hoping the warmth would lull me back to sleep, but it seemed heavier than usual.
I tossed the blanket aside and lay there, staring at the ceiling. Muffled voices spoke in the distance, and several beams of flashlights cut through the dark corridor, heading straight for my cell.
My heart raced with excitement. For a brief, foolish moment, I thought it might
