Chapter 506
- Proserpina
- The walls were grey. There was the constant drip-drip sound of water as it leaked from a corner of the room. The moldy smell in the room was almost overpowering. I struggled to get up, thrashing, as the image of Oleg seemed to loom large. He reached out a hand to grab me and I screamed hoarsely.
- Lucien’s voice, a hoarse growl, made its way into my consciousness.