After losing everything and everyone, Sari is forced to start over and make sense of a new world. Again. And while the evil in Spitta keeps growing, this time, she has to fight her inner demons as well.
Blaming her for their Alpha's death, Sari's ba...
"I'm not entirely sure how I feel about him," Lotta said, just as we passed into the main hallway.
I shrugged my shoulders. I had wondered about it last night in bed, but I had come to the same conclusion time and time again. Eli seemed friendly, but he was a risk. Perhaps one we couldn't take. "He's been assigned to Shanza."
Lotta blew out a low whistle. "Now we can surely kiss that alliance goodbye," she whispered in my ear, with a wink.
She had seemed more like herself the past few days—ever since her fight with Shanza. Yet I still noticed the darkness in her eyes, the torment in her soul. I didn't know if she'd gotten better at hiding it—or if she was truly feeling better.
I followed her into the dining room for our breakfast. The room was packed, as it always was at this hour.
But my new spot next to Aven was still free—and my eyes fell upon my Alpha as soon as I walked in. Only to find he was already looking at me.
He didn't halt his eating, but instead raised an eyebrow as I nearly passed his table. A sideways glance at the empty seat next to him was all I needed to hear the silent command: I was to sit next to him again.
The table wasn't far, yet with his heavy stare on me—it felt as if I was walking endlessly.
"I'll see you after breakfast," Lotta said, and she made her way down to another table where some of her friends were seated.
Indeed, with everyone present, there was no spot for her at the front table.
Even the simple motion of dragging my chair out from under the table, seemed too loud and sloppy.
"I hope you two weren't discussing any private matters," Aven said quietly.
I met his stare—and I recognized the look that hid in his eyes immediately. "I don't know what I am or am not allowed to discuss with her," I mumbled, with a sly smile.
Aven looked away for the first time, and it felt like I could breathe again. "Yes, you do." And then Aven lowered his voice—quietly enough that no one who didn't sit at this table could hear it. "After breakfast, we're going to the dungeons. New prisoners have arrived from Udron."
I nodded, there was no use protesting his order. Yet the thought of killing with Benjamin so near—it suddenly made even the tastiest fruits on my plate taste blander than the oats Feytan always ordered me to eat.
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I smelled traces of him as I walked down the dungeon steps. It hit me fully then—Benjamin truly stayed in these dungeons. My family, treated like dirt in my own home and there was nothing I could do about it.
I had powers now—yet they couldn't resolve this issue. In this, I was powerless once again.
Thankfully, I didn't get a hint of the smell of his blood. At the very least, that told me he wasn't being tortured.
