Lorraine's POV
Adrian's voice was steady as he spoke
"At least the fact that The Leader needs you is an assurance that you'll still be living to see another day," he said, almost as though that should comfort me.
I stared at him, the weight of his words sinking into me like cold water. Assurance. Survival. That was all this came down to? I wasn't a person to them, not really. Just a pawn on someone's chessboard, moved and preserved only because I was useful.
"You must be exhausted and hungry," Adrian added, softer this time, his tone carrying something almost…. gentle. "Rest for now. I'll get you some food later."
He turned, making his way toward the door.
But I didn't want him to go yet, I still needed to ask him about the Alpha King, if he is really still alive
So my hand shot out, trembling, my body too weak but my will refusing to let him go. Fingers brushed his arm, my strength pitiful compared to what I used to have, but enough to make him pause.
