*Miranda’s POV*
I was being herded through the cold and dark, my enhanced vision completely useless in here. I Stumbled over invisible objects every second step and my feet hurt. My chest felt tight and I shivered against the cold, contemplating if I should just kill Stephen and be done with it. He had brought me this far, with effort I would probably be able to reach Lillian sometime.
“Don’t even think about it little wolf,” he said from behind me, pushing me forward to stumble over yet another rock.
“Do you? Can you read my mind?” I asked him, feeling my chest become tighter.
“Unfortunately yes,” he mumbled. “And what a dull and meaningless mind it is.” Bastard. He is a rude and disgusting bastard. I cringed with every touch of his hand on my back, until a pain in my chest sent me to
