Missy
“Mom, you still doing okay?” I asked her through the small vent that connected our rooms. I tried to be as calm as possible for her, knowing that she will be more stressed if I am freaking out, but it hasn’t been easy. I can hear her stifled moans occasionally and am worried about her going into labor.
“I’m alright, sweetheart,” she said, her voice strained. I was running out of things to talk about that would distract us from being locked in these rooms. My dad needed to hurry up and find us.
I tried to keep my mind off Vlad. I hadn’t seen him since the very first night I was here. My heart wanted to shatter every time I thought about his betrayal. He was my one. I thought he was my mate; for a long time, I wanted him to be my mate. He made me feel normal. He was my safe place
