Chapter 99: Trance

Olivera's POV:

Sitting down on the hard floor of this filthy prison cell, I couldn't help but ask myself again and again, how long they were planning to leave us here. Don't tell me it was for all through the night, because I fear that I might be dead before tomorrow. The stench of the room could kill a community. It's been more than thirty minutes since I and Jeremy last spoke. After I had told him that I had gotten the work of a maidservant, he had elapsed in silence. I wonder what he was thinking though. I had been expecting more questions.

What in the name of whatever was that stupid Alpha thinking of putting Jeremy and I in this Godforsaken hellhole? I asked myself for the umpteenth, gnashing my teeth as a whiff of the barbaric stench had passed by my nostrils. I could literally taste it. It was that terrible.

And why did nobody see the guy I was with? Was he a ghost?