BRIELLE’S POV

“No, no…” Brielle whimpered softly, closing her eyes, unable to block out her father's harsh words from the night before.

Even though it was morning, she couldn't sleep because every time she closed her eyes, images of her father sitting in that chair filled her head.

The sinister look on his face and the smirk on his lips as he said those hurtful words to her reminded her of her dreadful past.

Worse, she was now in a freezing cell, soaked to the bone and drenched in ...