The Broken Alpha
She looked out to the sun, ethereal and hazy, and she thought of the world she had come from, and the person she had left behind, a little more of herself leaving with each day she spent in the cells.
“Yes,” said Apollo, and Lily could hear the mild, tight amusement in his voice even from here. “You will.”
“I can’t,” cried out the woman, and it clicked then – it was the witch, Eryne. “It is too much.”
“You shall.” That was Morvand. Lily pictured him rubbing his bony hands together, a sick smile curling the corners of his waxy lips.
“I do not care if you hurt me.” Her voice trembled, but she got every word out, as crisp and clear as she could manage. Lily’s heart twisted.