CHAPTER 99: Alpha Atlas again?

  Blair's pov

  I paced from one end of the dungeon to the other, tired, hungry, and sore. My entire body irritated me because it was so itchy, and I could smell myself even without sniffing.

  I felt extremely dirty, and all I needed even more than food right now was a really long, warm bath. My vision was blurry, but I kept walking around to try and distract my troubling mind so I don't go crazy.

  Days had gone by since I was thrown into this place, and the only ray of hope I had was the fact that Sinclair promised to go get me out of here no matter what.

  But what I didn't understand was why he hasn't come to see me at least once. What exactly must be going on out there that has kept him away from me for so long.

  "What have they said to him?" I asked myself as I lowered myself to the only neat part of this shithole and rested my head on the cold wall behind me.