Alana's POV
"Are you okay?" Mona asked, as she carefuly helped me get my dress on. We were in the bathroom, the door was closed, but I knew just on the other side the beast ladies were waiting, and most likely listening.
"Not really, better than you I guess," she looked thin, like she wasn't getting enough food, and a few cardinals and bruises showed the abuse she had suffered.
"Not likely, all your skin is scratched," she said, she looked sad at the sight, as if she wasn't sporting some wounds of her own
"That's self-inflicted, it was my own fault."
"Why would you do something like this?" she asked, horrified, and I felt bad again.
"Because I'm not strong enough to keep my hands away from the Prince, and I needed something to help me. He claims we are meant to be together, and
