🦋 ALTHEA
When light streamed into my cell the way it did when the Hell Hound had been away for a while, I knew it was not him this time. I turned my eyes up, squinting at the stranger who stared down at me with thinly veiled disdain.
"Get up," the person ordered.
I obeyed, trying to still the tremors that racked my body.
I opened my mouth to ask a question as I was gestured over. "Where is—" I cut myself short, realizing what exactly I was about to ask.
Where is he?
I tried to shake some much-needed sense into myself. He held me a few times and now my body had grown accustomed to his touch and presence. The mark on my back flared, the coolness spreading into my chest, my heart foolishly skipping a treacherous beat.
Here we go again.
