The sound of the shackles unlocking jolted me awake.
A searing headache pierced through my skull as I struggled to rise from the cold floor. Surrounded by darkness, I realized I was still locked up in the dark room.
How long had I been here? I couldn't tell.
Someone was at the door.
I sat up, rubbing my tear-stained cheeks. I had cried myself to sleep, the enveloping darkness making me almost lose my mind. The darkness was so intense that I couldn’t even see my hands or anything at all.
My jaw twitched as anger coursed through me. If it was Devyn at the door, I swear I was going to bite his ear off if he brought his handsome stupid face close to mine again.
The door opened with a silent creak, light from the passage brightening the room. I blinked my eyes in surprise when a woman came into the room. It was the cook, Lucia, and I never thought I would be more glad to see her.
She had something in her hands, and when she walked to me and knelt in front of me, the aroma wisped through my nostrils, triggering a growl from my empty stomach.