CHAPTER 61
Amyla's head felt so thick and heavy and she desperately wanted to sleep. Only she couldn't. Her eyelids dropped down for the umpteenth time, even though it wasn't all that warm in the cell. The
thin blanket at least provided some protection from the draft, but let's just say there appeared to be a serious lack of heating. Being partially underground, you would have thought that there would be
lingering heat from the summer sun-soaked into the earth, but one could guess some places never stayed warm, no matter how you might wish for it.
Amyla woke up with a start, something that she had been doing frequently for the entire four days. Yeah, it had been four days since Zayan left her in the basement or, more like, locked her.
For the whole three days, all Amyla could do was
