Lorraine's POV
My fists slammed against the door and over again, the pain splintering up my arms, but I didn't stop.
"Please! Someone open the damn door!" I screamed, my voice hoarse, throat raw.
Adrian's cries echoed in my head.
Tell your prince to bring her out. I want to see Lorraine!
My chest clenched so hard I thought my ribs would crack. The sound of fists pounding flesh outside was growing louder, bloodier. I screamed again, this time so forcefully it stole all the air from my lungs. I was suffocating in this gilded cage while someone bled for me. Again.
Then I heard it.
A soft, cold click.
The lock turned.
The door unlatched and slowly creaked open.
Kieran stepped in.
Everything about him was composed, too composed. His eyes landed on me without surprise, without softness, without any sign that he'd heard me screaming myself raw behind the door.
I scrambled to my feet. "You have to save him," I said breathlessly. "Kieran, your people are killing Adrian!"
