"Aren't you supposed to be with your mate right now?" The shackles binding Margot's ankle scraped on the floor as she moved to her bed.
I visited my sister in an attempt to lift my mood. Didn't people say it made them feel better to see others having a worse day than them? And yet, looking at Margot dressed in rags and sleeping on a cot below the mansion didn't make any difference.
"Have you heard her screaming their names all night long? Gosh, what a noisy woman. People are trying to sleep."
"Shut up."
Closing the shutter, I moved away from the small opening in Margot's enclosed cell. I've had enough of her and didn't need to hear more of her lies. Although, based on how much the bond buzzed and vibrated three days ago, Margot's statement might not be far from the truth.
I gritted my
