Chapter 84

Alyssa’s POV

I’d been in the dungeon for two hours, thirty-six minutes, twenty seconds, twenty-one seconds, twenty-two seconds. Counting seemed to be the only thing that kept me sane at that moment. If I stopped counting, I would be forced to think about everything that went wrong. Everything I could’ve done differently, so maybe things didn’t have to end up this way. But it didn’t, so I could only count. Thirty-seven minutes.

It was dark in the cell, and cold. Colder than the Red Maple Camp had ever been, and that was saying something. The pain in my body had faded to a dull throb thanks to Carys working hard against the silver draining her, but it still ached to move my arm and to shift my shoulder where it scraped the stone, and there was only so much she could heal me.

It took two hours, forty-three minutes and twenty-two seconds before I heard footsteps echoing darkly through the corridor that made me flinch.

I thought it was my old guard coming back to torment me whilst no one