C57 Hurt in his eyes

Chapter Fifty-seven

Faelen’s POV

The cold stone floor felt unforgiving beneath me as I sat huddled in the corner of the cell, my knees pulled to my chest.

The air was damp, cold, and I shivered, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the fear eating at my insides.

My body ached from being thrown in here, but it was the weight of everything else that hurt more