Tamia:
My wrists were burning under the chains, rubbing at my raw skin, every time I moved. There was a cracked bowl of cold stew sitting on the floor that was out of my reach.
They were giving me stews as if I were a woman who had a deadly disease.
Sebastian had blocked my mind links and sent a message through Hunter that only Phoenix would deal with me.
Was he out of his mind? Phoenix wasn't a Luna or a queen. I was.
Daily, a food bowl was placed near me, and then after one or two hours, a maid would visit me to feed me the cold food.
I was missing the actual food. The steaks. The cheese treats. The wine.
"Hey!" My voice came out hoarse, but I tried again, louder this time, "Hey, guard. I need to eat it now. Why can't the maid come on time and feed me?"
The man outside the steel bars didn't move. He was standing there, staring ahead like I wasn't even there.
