Stella–POV

I woke up with a dull headache, sitting on a bed. My hands were shackled. I tried to break free, but it was no use; the shackles were too strong, and my heartbeat quickened with panic. I couldn't recall anything except running and then someone knocked me out.

"You're awake, Stella," a voice startled me. My eyes darted to the door as it swung open. A strong, tall woman walked in. Despite her left cheek's small, burning scar, she looked regal and fabulous. Her presence was ...