One Hundred and Three.

Cleo

Orion was out cold. His large body sprawled out on the cold stone floor of the dungeon. Mara paced in front of the cells, her arms folded across her chest in frustration.

“I should have been there. I should have been with Fallon.” She mutters as she pauses in front of his cell.

“No one was expecting this to happen.” I tell her, keeping my eyes focussed on him. "Would anyone expect her own