I haven't seen Garrett for two days.
He hasn't stopped by the room and he's been sending someone new to deliver my meals in the bedroom instead. I never dare to venture downstairs and I don't ask the woman who brings me my meals where he could possibly be. I don't care about where he is and I'm glad he isn't around, but deep down I'm concerned, specifically about Cayden.
Sometimes I wonder if he's already dead.
I wish I could feel him the way I used to, but our bond deteriorates with every passing day and the distance doesn't facilitate it. I just want to know if he's alright, if he's alive. He's in a deplorable state, at this rate he isn't going to survive. Garrett's cruelty astonishes me, even after everything that has transpired between us this past week. He's starving him, torturing him with silver, and there's nothing I can do to help him. We're in his territory, surrounded by his pack. Attempting to escape is useless and asking someone for help would be a reckless idea.
