(Nesta POV)
I looked at the dungeon gate biting my inner cheeks.
It's been a day since I have come back to this hell hole.
Call it guilt but I haven’t checked on Amara since I met my brother.
I can't look at her face.
How could I? I betrayed her brother and kidn*pped her.
From my last visit, it was definite that the walls of the dungeon were coated with that poison. She must be very weak by now…
I open the dungeon door and walked in. I crunched my face at the amount of energy the stone was absorbing from me.
"Here," I said making sure my face was void.
Amara looked up at me shocked. Her beautiful face was covered in dirt and she had a cut on her cheeks.
She looked at the medicine and soup I put down. She then looked up at me, her eyes shining in expectation.
I didn’t change
