Alina's POV
"Emily, let go of me."
I wrench my arm free from her iron grip, my skin stinging where her nails had dug in. My chest heaves as I glare at her. "Everything you just said is insane. You're talking about Lucian like he's yours to claim. I thought you came here to taunt me, but you're actually serious?" Confusion bleeds into my voice. "Aren't you married to Aiden?"
A jagged, bitter laugh tears from Emily's throat, her eyes gleaming with something wild and unhinged.
She doesn't answer right away. Instead, she saunters over to the small counter, her heels clicking sharply against the cold stone floor. With deliberate grace, she lifts the food tray and pushes the heavy iron gate open, stepping inside my cell as if she owns every inch of it.
"You should eat," she says, her lips curving into a sweet, poisonous smile.
I stare at the tray with disgust. "I'm not hungry. Take it away."
