Chapter 118. Imprisoned

Simone’s POV

The damp stench of the prison cell clung to me like a second skin, choking every breath I took. The stone walls felt as though they were closing in, each passing second a silent reminder of my recklessness. I stared at the ground, the weight of my actions pressing heavily on my chest.

I had tried to magically to unlock the bars but I could sense the magic behind it! A counter magic and it wasn’t far fetched. Bruce had done this

Alison stood at the iron bars, her back to me, her posture rigid as she gazed out into the dim corridor. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes, not after I’d gotten us both into this mess.

“Alison,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

She turned slowly, her sharp green eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I braced myself for her anger, her blame, but instead, all I saw was exhaustion mixed with worry.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice cracking. “I acted without thinking… I thought I could make him li