Chapter 233

Declan

“Where. Is. She.”

The words scraped out of me for what felt like the hundredth time, low and feral, nothing human left in them.

My father’s right-hand man—Davis—stood chained to the stone pillar, blood dripping slowly from his split lip. He was built like every soldier my father kept close: broad, loyal, stubborn to the point of stupidity. But even bruised and shaking, he kept his mouth shu