When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
RUBY JUNE. The guards laughed cruelly as they shoved me into the cell, the cold stone floor meeting my knees as I collapsed from the force. The sound of the iron door slamming shut behind me echoed through the damp walls, and the metallic clink of the lock turning sealed my fate. I lay there for a moment, my body aching, my mind numb. “Well, well, look who’s back,” one of the guards sneered through the bars. “Not so high and mighty now, are you?” They laughed again, their mocking voices fading as they walked away, leaving me in the darkness. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. All I could do was cry. Charles was gone. Dead. I had failed. Suddenly, arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Ruby!” Genesis’ voice was frantic, but gentle. “Ruby, are you okay?” I couldn’t spe