***SYLVIA’S POV***
I sit on the cold chair, my body bound by tight ropes that cut into my skin. The room feels like a prison, the air heavy with tension and fear.
"Lucien, please," I beg, my voice trembling. "You have to give me the antidote. I can't die like this."
From the look in his eyes, though, I can see that he isn't even listening to me. His gaze is distant, as if he's lost in his own thoughts, his own turmoil. "You're a monster, Sylvia," he says, his voice laced with accusation.
I nod, tears welling up in my eyes. "Yes, I am," I admit, my voice barely more than a whisper. "But please, just help me with the antidote. I'll tell you everything. Alaric he still has more plans up his sleeve."
My pleas grow more frantic, more urgent. "Lucas, Liam, listen to me!" I implore, my voic
