Chapter 142: THIRD POV.
"She's fine," Persephone said from the bed. Her voice was calm, almost bored. "I didn't hurt her. I just... made sure she couldn't follow me."
Jacob stopped at the door and looked back at her. "Where is she?"
Persephone sighed. She pointed toward the ceiling. "A few rooms down. On the left."
Jacob didn't wait for another word. He opened the door and walked out into the dark hallway, the lantern swinging from his hand.
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The room was dark.
Artria lay on a bed, her body twisted and stuck in place. Rows and rows of bedsheets were wrapped around her arms and legs, tying her down to the mattress.
She'd been wrapped up so tightly that she could barely move an inch.
Her mouth was covered too. A thick cloth had been tied around her head, muffling any sound she tried to make.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
Her muffled cries came out soft and angry.
Her eyes burned with frustration. She had tried to stop her sister.
