In the damped dungeon, in the basement of Tyler’s home, Taina lay curled in a ball on a cot. Her wounds had all healed, but she was traumatized. Her attempt at exposing Isabella for being a fake had blown up in her face, and now she was stuck in a cell for the next month. Still, at least she was alive unlike three of her coconspirators. “Your wounds seemed to have healed.” A voice that sounded like Jacob said, startling Taina out of her daze.
“Jake? What are you doing down here?” Taina asked nervously, looking over towards the bars separating her from him.
Jacob walked up to her, his hands behind his back and he looked serious, “I have a question for you.”
“What is it? I told you everything I know.” Taina said.
“You said that you went after Isabella because you believed that she was a
