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CHAPTER 319
~Storm's POV~
It happened fast when a white cloth soaked in something was pressed against my nose and mouth.
I thrashed, trying to push him away, but his grip was strong and my vision blurred.
The last thing I saw before everything went dark was his face.
Smiling.
Like he had won.
I winced at the headache splitting my brain and blinked. And now, I was here.
Somewhere dark. Somewhere cold.
And I was alone without my mom, my daddy Snow, and Auntie Zara. I couldn't save her either. I hope Daddy Snow will.
I spent a few minutes like that while my head hurt.
My arms felt heavy, and my mouth was dry like I had eaten too many crackers without water.
I pushed myself up slowly, blinking at the dim light around me. The room smelt weird—like rust and something old and rotten. The floor beneath me was rough, cold stone, and there were thick metal bars in front of me.
It was annoying that the man who claimed to be my father kept me in a cage—a dungeon.
