6

Nyx's pov.

Is he ever going to come meet me? I wondered about my mate as I sat down on the cold prison floor drawing patterns in the sand with my fingers.

I have been here for over a week now or more. I am not sure, I lost track of the days and the more we stayed, I noticed that the comfort we were provided were taken away too. We didn't have a mattress anymore nor the blankets neither the meals that came in often.

Amara and I were starving and we craved for food more than we ever had in our entire lives. Even the petty thin bread and soup given to other prisoners didn't get to us anymore and I wondered if it was his new method of tormenting us.

"Hey nyx." I looked up and saw Andros already standing close to his cell bars, "Here you go." He said flinging the bottle of water in his hand towards my cell. He had a very good throw, it landed very near as always.

"Thank you." I mumbled as I went to pick it up, "Thank you very much."

I took the bottle and went back to where Amara was seate