Fiona's POV.
Gamma Stone's usually smooth face was lined with inumerable scars, so ran down his eyebrow to his jaw others were short scratches on his cheekbones, but the entire look was ghastly and sent my stomach dropping. Other than his extremely scarred face he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, the muscular tanned body of his that I'd adored as a child was now nothing but a mass of flesh hanging on bones, his usually bright blue eyes were dim now and from what I could smell I could owe a lot of the smell of piss to his prison.
"Gamma?" I whispered, crouching down and pressing myself against the bars of his cell. I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked at the man that had been my father's best friend and I hated the triplets a little more.
"Fiona?" He croaks, drawing near the cel
