Chapter 86

*Lyra*

The air in the dungeon was thick with dampness and the stench of sweat, iron, and desperation. I braced myself as I followed Rowan down the narrow corridor, his hand resting protectively on my back, guiding me forward. I could feel his tension, every muscle coiled tight, ready to pounce. Even as he led me, I knew he was fighting the urge to turn back, to keep me from stepping foot in this d