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ipped from the moss-

ow splash into a foul-sme

make prisoners forget the sun existed. The air down here was thick, tasting of

rieked. The harsh friction of meta

ll his weight. He kept his eyes trained on the floo

er stepped i

As the Cabinet Minister, a man who controlled the kingdom's laws and shadows, he was not supposed to be here. The dungeons were for the condemned, not

rom the hallway torche

nated Eul

by heavy steel chains. The metal had rubbed her skin raw

ring caused by five years of starvation, severe blood l

. He raised a hand clad

on Eulah's jaw. His grip was

dry, sunken eyes. She squinted instinctively, he

a smile. It was a gentle, polite smile, the kind he wore at royal

e Harrison, is de

. Soothing. Completely at odds

st had punched straight through her ribs and squeezed her

ld, hollow sensation spre

idn't mak

ly together. Not a single whimper. Not a

on crossed his gray eyes. He hated this dead-water re

to the cuff of his d

lt was heavily engraved with the Roya

de against Eulah's cheek. The metal dragged again

her hair, her eyes locked onto his. Her gaze was cold. Pierc

unyielding, re

ne. It instantly ignited the sadistic, viol

ted his

dagger sliced into the pale,

metal blade and trailed down her collarbone, disappear

hot through Eulah's enti

tallic taste of her own blood flooded her mouth, t

that his hot breath fanned over t

umsy," Brandt whispered

heavy axe had missed the first time, biting into her father's sh

to heave. Her brea

ting hatred claw

ocked away. Five years of being used as a substitute, a punching bag,

of his thumb directly into the fresh, bleeding wo

g groan was ripped

all, the steel chains rattling violent

tisfaction washed over his features. The thri

p on her jaw and to

the way she hung there. Lik

forced her eyes open, staring dead at the demon

uined thro

arted as a rasp, then grew

s a l

uctive vengeance ignited i