Chapter 65

Andrea could not pinpoint exactly what woke her up. If it was the hard cold floor made of cement, or the frigid cold she was feeling, or the anxiety of what was to come after that loud bang at the bar, it could also be the uncertainty of not knowing where Bree was or how she was doing.

It could be any of that, but it was more of curiosity. The image of Bree collapsing and herself being taken away by shadows played over and over again in her head despite her unconsciousness. It was like a never ending cycle of pain and sorrows. Though she was asleep, her heart still hurt and her anxiety skyrocketed but her body was too weak to wake up.

Andrea looked around the place she woke up in, she wasn't the least surprised that it was a small room, more preferably a cell with cement floor and mud walls. The stench of the cell was putrid, like a dead rat was lying somewhere, waiting to come in contact with nature. She scrunched up her nose in disgust and made a mental list to get rid