Chapter 105

Flashback to Cassian and Vance.

The basement stank of rust and fear, a tomb beneath the Vargo compound where screams never reached the light. Vance hung from chains, blood dripping from his split lip, his smirk a blade twisting in my gut.

“You look like hell, Vargo,” Vance rasped, he laugh a jagged thing, echoing off the concrete walls.

I slammed my fist into his jaw, the crack of bone satisfyin