Chapter 51: Cell Hopping.

MARIA

Despite all the things that her father had done to her—and there were a great number of things—never once had he locked her up in one of the cells down in the palace dungeon.

She’d only been here about once or twice and on those occasions, she’d never been on the other side of the gate. Always on the outside, never on the inside. But now, she found herself locked on the inside, watching and waiting for the man she called her father to face her finally.

Sitting on the ground by the gate, she leaned on it, wanting to stay as far away from the depths of the cell as she could. The bed, if it could be called that, was a wooden bench that was wider than the usual bench, and the cell didn’t have a toilet—it had a bucket, and Maria threw up in her mouth whenever she so much as looked at it.

Gods, how ironic was her situation?

She’d wanted to escape the vampire to come back here, but now she was here and being kept in a cell. Leaving one cell only to come to another. Well, at least her o