Doran's POV

I wasn't sure how long I was in the cell. The night here seemed to last forever. The sun rose but its light never made it to the window that was miserably placed in my cell.

The rats scurried around me and nibbled at my toes and clothes. My stomach growled monstrously and my hair and face were a mess.

I was more than a shadow of my old self. I spent many nights thinking, brooding, about the good times I had with André.

Amelia...

She was probably ashamed and angry at me. I ...