Chapter 145

• Lyanna’s POV
• The metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth as I lay still, listening to the faint footsteps of my captors moving outside the room. Every muscle in my body ached, and the stench of sweat and filth filled the air. They’d kept me in this dark, damp room for days, maybe even weeks. Time was a blur. I couldn’t even keep track of the days. It was so dark in here. I could have been in here fore months and I didn’t know. And every attempt of my escape always failed.
• But today was different.