Zillon twisted and turned and tried his best to get some sleep for tomorrow's search, but no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't able to...
His mind kept going back to Celia's cell, he kept wondering what she meant when she said the time would soon come...
She sounded so sure of something, but Zillon couldn't comprehend what exactly she was so sure of... His mind kept telling him that something bad would happen to Celeste and everytime he thought that way his heart would ache...
He hated how oblivious to everything he was... To her location...her situation...to any and everything that could and have already happened to her.
He hated how incompetent he was, he wasn't worthy to be her mate if he couldn't protect her, and if he couldn't protect his mate, how would he be able to protect a
