~ Savannah’s POV ~

The harsh creaking of the chair reverberates through the room as I sit, bound and helpless. More hours have passed, maybe even a day or two, but I can’t tell for sure. There’s no way of knowing since I can’t see anything past these walls.

I was left alone most of the time. Maybe twice a day, someone would come to bring me food and water. Whoever’s delivering the food was also wearing the black onyx mask, I guess Carter didn’t want me to read anybody’s thoughts here.

Needless to say, it’s been horrible staying in this dungeon. I feel nauseous a lot, so most of...