Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Graeven sat with his back to the dank cement wall behind him. He had his legs crossed in front of him and his palms resting on his knees. Behind his closed lids he replayed the image of Kaelith staggering up the dungeon steps looking thoroughly fucked. Any minute now Domitrus would wake up, smell their mingled scent and figure out what happened. It wasn’t difficult to understand why Kaelith had be