Chapter 96

Prescott's POV

“Everything is ready, your Majesty!” Czar uttered a sly smile laced on his face as he stepped away from the door, giving me access to enter the dungeon to interrogate Dixon.

I didn't say anything, I sighed, and my gaze moved to the guy who was standing beside Czar, his face was down in sorrow. Checking the look on his face, he was regretting selling Dixon off to me, but there was something about him that seemed like he was doing it for me to show mercy on Dixon instead.

“Open the door,” I grumbled, my gaze shifted to the door, watching Czar drag the door open with a smile on his face.

As I stepped into the dungeon, my eyes fell on Dixon. He was shackled to an iron chair, his body bare except for a pair of shorts. Blood streaked his torso, and I could see claw marks on his chest. He was broken, his eyes glazed over in defeat. I felt a surge of anger, but I forced myself to remain calm. I needed answers, and I would not let my rage get the better of me.

I turned my gaze t