MINA’S POV

"Get in," Zyran growled, pushing me roughly into the cold, damp basement room, his eyes burned with a hatred that made my chest ache.

"Zyran, please, it's so cold down here," I whimpered, wrapping my arms around my shivering shoulders and looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"Do not speak to me, do not look at me, and do not ever say my name again," Zyran hissed as he stepped into the room, towering over me like a shadow. "You are only alive right now because my wife has a kind heart, but if it were up to me, I would have left you to rot...