Chapter 80 Death Time

• Lyla’s pov
• It was chilly, colder than it had been in a long time. The wet stone walls of my cage felt like they were closing in on me, gently squeezing the air out of my lungs. I sat against the hard, unforgiving floor, knees drawn up to my chest, attempting to retain as much warmth as possible in this unpleasant environment.
• The quivering torchlight outside the bars created shadows that danced on the walls, mocking me with reminders of freedom I could never have. I'd tried everything.