Chapter 26

Syria’s POV

We walked all the way down, to the very lowest part of the estate. Lower than the chamber where Novene had been punished. With every step I took, my heart pounded faster. My muscles were trembling. I couldn’t stop the shaking. And deep inside, I knew once I saw what they had done to my grandmother, I would lose it.

“We’re here,” she said, her voice low, almost hesitant.

But I barely heard her. I was already frozen in place.

When we stopped in front of the narrow corridor, my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. From where I stood, I saw her. My grandmother. She was locked up in a cramped, narrow room. I could see her through the glass window. The panel was tinted, but not enough to fully block her from view. It was designed so that we could see her, but she couldn’t see us.

The moment my eyes landed on her, my whole body went cold.

She looked so small, so fragile. Her shoulders were hunched forward, and her once proud frame was now trembling in