CHAPTER 11: DUNGEONS AND DENIAL

ISLA’S POV

My temple pulsed like the beating of a drum. My eyelids fluttered as I slipped back into consciousness. My eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. I tried to hold my head as the ache intensified, but my hands were bound upwards with a chain.

Where am I? My eyes further adjusted to the dark. The only source of light was the little opening that served as a window. I looked around, trying to make out where I was.

The walls were rough and made of stone, giving the room a damp feeling. Numerous cages were at either side of the room.

I gasped, realising although slowly, that I was in a chamber and I was chained to a wall.

My kids!

The memory of last night came rushing back and I struggled to pull the chain that bound my hands together, but it only dug more into my wrists, the silver burning my skin.

"Help me!" I screamed, my heart beating fast at the absence of my babies. Where have they taken them? What did they do to them?

"Somebody please help! Tristan! Tessa!"

The echoes of my