Whispers to the Void

Maverick’s POV

The days had lost their names down here. There was no sunrise, no shift in light to mark morning from night. Only the scrape of boots when the guards came with water or to drag me toward whatever game Malachi thought up next. The rest of the time, it was stone and cold air and the endless sound of my own breathing.

I had been writing to them since the moment the shackles first locke