Rylee
Alvar ignores Syd's desperate shouts as he drags me up the stairs, his grip so tight it feels like my shoulders might snap. I struggle, trying to pull free, but it’s pointless. His hands are like iron cuffs, and I’m forced to stumble along behind him.
“Alvar, please! You’re hurting me!” I hiss through clenched teeth.
He doesn’t even flinch, like he can’t hear me at all. As we pass Cecilia, she flashes me a smug, triumphant smile. Behind her is the same guard who let us into the dungeon. I glare at her, seething. This bitch set me up again! I thought she was less dangerous than Joanne, but it turns out that they’re both equally vicious.
We reach the bedroom, and Alvar shoves me onto the bed with a force that sends a jolt through my body. His eyes are cold, sharp as blades. “Why don’t you ever listen?” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “Of course, because you were so desperate to see him. You even lied to me.”
Each word hits me like a lash, and I’m left speechless. There’s n
