Chapter 168 *

Mina's POV

My hands were locked around the cage fence. Metal biting into my palms. I couldn't let go even if I wanted to.

Mordred was dying in there.

Blood ran from his nose. From his mouth. His left arm hung at a completely wrong angle. Dislocated. Maybe broken. His right leg kept buckling every time he tried to stand.

Titus circled him like a shark. "Come on," Titus said. His voice was mocking.