Chapter Sixty-Five: Why? Why? Why?
Aurora's POV:
I blinked, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light of my surroundings. A cold, damp stone pressed against my back, and I realized I was lying on a stone floor. The air was thick with a musky odour, the chill of it seeping through my clothes and biting at my skin. A sense of dread coiled in the pit of my stomach as I pushed myself up, taking in the harsh reality of my predicament.
I was in a cell.
The room, if one could call it that, was bare, its walls made of cold, unforgiving stone. The only source of light was a small barred window high up on one wall, its feeble rays providing little warmth. A rusted iron door barred the exit, its heavy lock leaving no room for hope of escape.
Panic clawed at me, a frenzied desperation seizin
