AMANISA’S POVLook at me.Take a look at the royal darkness that many had worshiped. Right there in the middle of a cold, lonely, and soul-draining hell hole.Take a look at me. Amanisa Isidora, sitting like a pitiful princess in distress in a place that was meant for criminals. Hardcore criminals.Take a look at me as I drift away in a dark, cold, killing, and suffocating cell room. I could see the spiders. The roaches. The slimy remains of dead rats and other irritating small pests. I could see them all.But after staying here for a night. I have learned to overlook and ignore everything in the cell except myself. I was locked up just like Byron, Violet, Ardin, and perhaps Sophie wanted. I was locked up. All alone. And since fate has always been against me, I felt sick in the guts. Like I would puke anytime soon.“This place is built to weaken Lycans, Ama. I am able to communicate with you because the energy here couldn't sense me.”Arla announced, making it known that it could ha
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