Page 39 of Blood Ties (City of Blood #1)

Elina

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Sitting in the dark, I can hear water dripping close to me. It’s cold here.

The air is wet but not like it is outside. Not humid. Wet like a puddle. The ground is stone, rough against my legs. I have no idea if it's day or night.

How long have I been in this dark place? There is no light. I can’t see my hands in front of my face.

Not even eating gives me any indication of time. I can’t track the frequency of meals. I don’t know if it's breakfast or dinner. It's the same every meal. Water. Sandwich. Apple. Every single meal. I have had 3 of them. I eat them everytime.

I lay on the cold floor and sleep.

I think about Bash.

Please find me.