Natasha's POV

At the sight of the blood fright grips me hard, I trembled and I imagine Tyler’s blood was what stained Lucien so much earlier, I staggered backwards and hit my back against a steel wall.

A cold voice emanates from inside the cell, filled with disdain. "You're so clumsy. I can't believe you haven't been caught yet," the voice sneers. It belongs to Tyler, who’s still a stranger to me, his hands bound with chains and hanging from the top of the cell. He appears more beaten and worn than the last time I encountered him.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I cautiously approach the cell, peering through a small hole in the door. Our eyes meet, and a wave of unease washes over me.

"Do you know where my mother is? I ask anxiously, with my gaze fixed sternly on him.

"I don't know. I haven't seen her." He gives a sincere and uncertain answer, “there’s been a lot of prisoners brought in here day and night. With time it all begins to fade and you stop recognizing people.

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