Chapter 148

Kellan's POV

The dungeon stank of damp stone and iron. My boots echoed against the floor as I walked down the narrow passage, the torchlight casting shadows against the walls.

Huxley sagged against the iron bars, the chains at his wrists slack. The torchlight shone on the hollows of his cheeks. He looked far too smug for someone who should have been broken.

When I stopped in front of his cell h