Chapter 66 Broken Souls

• Blaire White
• I opened my eyes to a dark, damp cell that reeked with the stench of blood and death. I blinked several times to be sure I wasn't having a nightmare, but the rusted bars stared back at me, and the only sound I could make out was of water dripping somewhere.
• I tried to move my arm, only to realise it was chained to the wall, as were my feet. Looking down, my eyes widened in shock at my very pregnant belly. I began to hyperventilate, my heart beating out of control, when it finally dawned on me that it wasn't a dream after all. Maybe London had only been a good dream, my mind conjured up to keep me sane.