เข้าสู่ระบบI heard the sound of the rod hitting my body before I felt it, and then I was airborne, the stone floor coming up fast.I hit hard. Slid. My cheek scraped across the floor and I tasted blood and grit and something metallic that might've been left over from Garrett's execution or might've been there
Movement at another entrance. More guards dragging someone in.Evelyn.Her face was blotchy from crying, eyes red and swollen. They had her hands bound in front of her and she was fighting them—not hard enough to get free, just enough to make them work for it. They shoved her into a chair facing the
HildaThey came for me maybe twenty minutes after Alexander limped out. They kicked the door open.Lyra was on her hands and knees scrubbing his blood off the floor. The bucket beside her was already more red than water. She'd been at it a while—I could see the streak marks where she'd tried to get
But as I stepped toward Hilda, the musky cloud of the drug filling the small room, she didn't flush. She didn't pant. She just sat there, her nostrils flaring once in contempt."You smell like a desperate dog, Alexander," she said."Shut up," I growled, the drug fueling a white-hot arrogance in my g
AlexanderThe corridor was a mile of red carpet that felt like sandpaper against my skin. Every inch of movement was a fresh lesson in agony. My left leg didn’t belong to me anymore; it was just a heavy, useless anchor I hauled forward, the shattered knee joint grinding like gravel in a blender. My
AlexanderI watched her.She lay on the bed, perfectly still. Her eyes had snapped shut the moment she’d dismissed me, and now she looked less like a sleeping girl and more like a taxidermy project. I leaned in close, my heart thudding against my ribs, listening for a breath. Nothing. I watched the







