I was thrown into a small room with dim lighting. The only furniture was a bed and a shelf with some clothes. At least it was better than a cell. But still, was death better than being a slave?

"Elijah won't just sit back, Deli," Lona's voice echoed again. "He'll find a way to get you out."

I sat on the edge of the bed, and all the tears I'd been holding back poured out. It hurt so much to be separated from Elijah, especially when I knew he was my mate. Why were we meant to be one when things forced us apart?

"Why are you coming to me...