The door creaked with a rusty sound, and the stench of rot and blood filled the air, suffocating the space.

Yet Azura didn’t flinch. How many bloody, death-filled scenes had he witnessed in his life?

Far more than he would have liked.

Lea was chained upright against the cold stone wall.

The woman who, just days ago, had been refined and glamorous now looked like a bloodied, deformed mess.

She felt his presence and, despite her condition, felt more fear than she had with Charlie, who had been he