Chapter Forty-Three

Graeven strode down the stairs leading beneath the packhouse. He ignored the guards at the first checkpoint. He had to glare at the second guards stationed at the dungeon entrance before they stepped aside. As he walked down the dank hallway his hands turned to fists.

“Where is she?” he bellowed.

The guards stationed along the walls jumped. “W-who, Sir?”

Graeven squared up to the one who’d spoken