Chapter 93 Hungry On The Shadows

• Lyla’s pov
• That morning, the damp chill of the cell had seeped into my bones. My body was weak, trembling from hunger and exhaustion. I hadn't eaten since we were captured.
• Every minute stretched longer than the last, filled with haunting silence and the occasional distant scream from somewhere within the cell. But worse than my physical suffering was the gnawing worry about Lorenzo. I wondered how he was holding up in his cell.