KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

After meeting my so-called father, Soroya, and Kael, I’ve remained locked up since then. But I couldn’t deny the fact that they took good care of me.

The room they kept me in wasn’t like a prison cell; it was large, warm, and beautifully decorated, filled with things I used to dream of having as a child. A soft bed, scented candles, silk sheets… it almost felt like comfort. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t freedom.

I sat by the window, staring out at the vast ...