Marcus P.O.V
"Marcus, please!" Abigail begged as I shackled her hands in silver, magic cuffs. I hated this. She'd been sobbing the whole way down here, now that I had her hands bound, and standing here in a dirty cell, I felt completely useless. "You have to believe me!" Abigail wailed as she fell to her knees. I sighed, running a hand over my face after pulling the cell door closed. What the hell was I going to do? The only thing I could do was try to get to the bottom of this. With August, and Nienna gone, father on a rampage, and Abigail in a cell, it looked like I was going to have to do this alone.
"I do believe you," I said in a hoarse voice. I hadn't said anything since we left my father. I didn't know what to say, or what to feel right now. My father was so angry and distraught
