MALIA'S POV

Light returned to the room as the door slid open. The noise stirred me from slumber, pushing my heart to the edge. Every hour I spent tied to this chair made me wonder how much time the Ironclad pack had left, and how things were going on the outside.

I blinked the tears blurring my vision away, finally getting a glimpse of the woman approaching.

Bianca.

Her hand was stained with blood, a little of it smeared on her dress and shoes. She wore an expression I've never seen on ...