Selene Blackthorn (POV)

Being tied to a chair for twelve hours wasn't an easy feat. My bladder was about to explode, holding my urine for so long wasn't something I was accustomed to. I didn't have the gut to ask any of the guards for help because I already knew what their response would be.

I sigh heavily, reminiscing about how mom would get me out of the mess she put me in. I pushed the fear gnawing at my jaw at the far end of my mind, back into the abyss it came from. I was already ...