The cold, damp air of the cell wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, but I forced myself to breathe, to focus. Gael's words still echoed in my mind, each syllable like a dagger pressing against my throat.
"I'll see you soon, Adelaide."
"Enjoy your last moments with your pup."
No.
I wouldn't let him take my baby.
I pressed my trembling hands against the rough stone floor, pushing myself up despite the searing pain in my ribs. Every breath was agony, but I welcomed the pain-it meant I was alive. And as long as I was alive, I had a chance.
I forced my mind to clear, to focus on the details of the room. The walls were thick and reinforced with heavy stones. The door was iron, with only a small barred window at the top. There was no bed, no food, no water-Gael wanted me to
