Eliana POV

Witches. He said witches before I passed out.

"Witches?" I grumble out, the pain from his torture aching all over my body. He nods, taking a seat on my mattress. He wipes his bloody hand off onto my old sheets.

"Yes you stupid bitch. You're finally listening." He gets up, approaching me again as I brace myself.

Wait- you Royal freaks? But isn't he...

"Aren't you also a Royal?" He tenses, clenching his jaw. His glare bores into my eyes as I blink at him.

What is going on?

"Ah, fuck this. I'm done." With that, he turns around and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him....