Chapter thirty-four

Finley’s pov

This was the best night’s sleep I have had in forever. I couldn’t even remember what I had dreamed about, which was unusual for me. I usually woke up smelling the dungeon around me and hearing my own screams and moans echo from the walls. Every morning I had to remind myself where I was and that I was safe. But this time I woke up rested and it smelled like nature around me. Was it the therapist I had seen? I doubt it, he was way too curious about why I was in the dungeon in the first place and he wanted me to take a bunch of pills. I know other’s used them, but I was used to taking herbs and I had no idea what was in those pills. Maybe it was the idea that I was allowed to use my magic or that I was going to take to Willa this week. I stretched my arms, my eyes not fully open yet and I felt something hit my hand. It felt rough and I traced my fingers over it, trying to find out what it was. Suddenly I heard someone laugh and my p