Dahlia
I drifted in and out of consciousness, the lack of blood and my kidney issues taking a toll on me. So much for not sustaining any trauma. I should have known better than to get my hopes up.
It had been hours since I blew the whistle, and nothing had happened. I was still locked in an awful cell. Still feebly hoping for a miracle. Still hoping that Hunter will come for me. Part of me even got excited when I woke up and heard howling echoing faintly above me, likely on the icy mountain, restless and agitated. But that was a while ago. Whatever was causing all the racket didn't have to do with me.
"How are you feeling love?" Dorian asked from outside my cell. "My men say you haven't touched your lunch, or dinner."
Dinner? Has it been a full day since I struck the deal already?
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