Greyson

My body feels like I’ve been run down by a truck and right now, I know that that’s not the issue.

If forever is really a word in the dictionary, I want it gone.

I finally open my eyes, it takes some blinking for me to see clearly.

"You’re awake. I almost thought that you were dead."

I grunt, trying to keep my eyes open as long as I can.

My throat feels dried up as I scan the room, keeping my sights on a male I wish to murder.

Maybe, the taste of his blood will quench my thirst.

"Sebastian."

He embraces my glare with a smirk. He is crunched by the front of silver bars.

Oh my goddess, I am in the castle’s prison.

"I half expected to be tied up in your room, not a cell."

He smiles at my statement. In a different occasion, I would have been gushing over how he looks, but right now I can only hate him.

At least try to.

"You aren’t tied up."