Tanasha comforted Claudia Ross, "I have already sent someone to ask His Highness the Prince to return. Once His Highness the Prince is back, he will surely be able to save you."
"Thank you."
Claudia Ross had completely lost hope in this male-dominated place.
She was locked up in a pitch-dark little room, waiting for her trial.
The darkness of the small room reminded Claudia Ross of the days and nights inside a coffin.
Fear arrived silently, tearing at her.
Claudia Ross hugged her legs, curling up in a corner.
Sunlight filtered through a small skylight into the room, casting its light on Claudia Ross's face.
She opened her eyes and saw nothing but golden light, beyond that, nothing else.
Hasty footsteps echoed through the corridor, and the door was kicked open with force; Louis arrived in haste and disheveled.
"Giana, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Louis wrapped Claudia Ross in his arms; she smelled a strong scent of blood on him.
"Let go of me..."
