The Price of Shame

ROWAN’S POV

I’m fighting so hard against the men holding me that my shoulders feel like they’re going to dislocate.

I reach through to Vesper with every ounce of willpower I have, I scream, and I thrash, but there is no release of the power we had at the Bacchanal. There is no release of strength or divine fury, or a miracle.

All there is the ugly stench of death.

I can see down the hallway into t