Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
It is the coldest cell in the entire compound, lined with enchanted silver that completely dampens and blocks all magic.
Audrey is huddled in the far corner, shivering violently on the bare stone floor.
She looks repulsive. Her once beautiful blonde hair is matted, caked with black dirt and dried sweat. The stench hit me a mile away, but up close, it is unbearable. The sharp, acidic smell of stale vomit floods my nostrils.
I instantly avert my eyes, my stomach heaving. I have to swallow hard to keep my own breakfast down.
"Oh, you pitiful child," Love says, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy.
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