Page 11 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 10

Sophia

Sophia was going to kill the bitch. The moment she got her hands on the pale creature with a penchant for violence, she would wring her skinny neck.

“Elizabeth! Get down here and let me out of these handcuffs!”

No sounds came from above or from the other cells. It was the third night she’d woken from the other place to find herself trapped in Elizabeth’s dungeons.

She twisted her wrist, attempting to free herself of the bonds strung from the ceiling. Her feet touched the floor, but only enough to give her occasional reprieve from the constant ache at her shoulder sockets.

In three nights, she’d seen no one, heard nothing. She was beginning to wonder if they’d left her behind to die down here. If she could die. There was so much they didn’t know about night-beings in her coven, and she was nothing like the creatures who had attacked them the night Rebecca died.

Rebecca. The thought of her left an ache in her heart. She’d known it would happen, known Rebecca would die to save them, but it didn’t make her loss any less painful.

Each night she woke, her thoughts grew more muddled, and a driving, insatiable need had begun to take hold of her senses. She pushed it down, wrestling her mind for control of her sanity .

“Elizabeth!” she screamed, feeling her voice grow hoarse. Her throat was dry, her stomach ached, and a headache had settled behind her eyes, taking up residence beside the dark thoughts permeating her mind.

She would kill Elizabeth. Just as soon as the creature came back.