Chapter 42 - Escape

Several hours later, the dungeon's oppressive silence had grown even heavier, and time had stretched into a haze of numbness and resolve. The damp air still pressed against Celine's skin and as she sat in the far corner of her cell with her back pressed against the cold, unforgiving stone, her thoughts churned with everything she had learned. Damian's first mate mysteries death, the curse was real and her own place in this political marriage was nothing but a replacement, a pawn on a board she hadn't even known she was playing on. Her ruined dress, once a symbol of her status, now hung in tatters around her as she clenched her fingers against the frayed fabric, as if holding onto it could somehow remind her of who she once was. Days and hours had passed since she was locked here, a place full of darkness.