CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Dragged out on the streets in handcuffs, I was convinced I was still asleep. Because why would I be arrested when I committed no crime? But with each heavy step, it felt more real than anything that happened in my life.

I grew more disturbed by the fact that Alekos was in chains when I arrived the Tower. However, he was not unharmed like me. His face grew dark with bruises and bled. The same was for the rest of his body as he met my eyes with his teary ones.

“What is this? What is the meaning of this?!” I demanded, trying to remove the handcuffs and check on the Satyr.

“Remain still,” the officer ordered.

“Uncuff me this instant!”

A flurry of movement and the breath knocked out of my body. I doubled over, wide eyed and gasping at the recurring pain. I tried to breath but a wave of bile shot up to my throat.

That motherfucker punched me!

I whirled my head at the assailant with the intention of killing him on the spot but nothing happened, much to my frustration. This damned handcuf