Doesn’t look away.
But her body is too still.
And I know.
I fucking know.
She’s breaking.
Even if she refuses to show it.
"You want them freed?"
I reach out, brushing my fingers against her jaw, her pulse hammering beneath my touch.
"Then earn it, little warrior."
She shudders.
Not in fear.
But because she knows what I mean.
This war between us is no longer just fought with steel.
Because she is losing.
And I am fucking devouring her.
23
HIRA
Iam shaking.
Not from fear. Not from exhaustion.
From something worse.
From something I don’t understand.
I refused to understand.
The dungeons reek of blood and damp stone, the air thick with the stench of unwashed bodies and hopelessness. I can’t see them—**the others, my people—**but I know they’re here, buried deep in the pits beneath Xyron’s kingdom. Caged like animals, waiting for a master’s mercy.
And I am standing here, unbound, breathing clean air.
I am not a prisoner.
I am something worse.
A fucking bargaining chip.
His words still coil around me like a noose, each syllable tightening.
"At yours."
I feel it in my bones.