~ Aria's POV ~I sat on the cold floor of the dungeon, my head buried between my knees, arms wrapped tightly around my trembling body as tears streamed endlessly down my face.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop crying. I was shivering despite the jacket clinging to my skin. The bruises hidden beneath it itched and ached, but I couldn’t take it off—not when the freezing air around me could chill me to death.The dungeon was pitch black—no windows, no light—just endless cold. Cold enough to harbor fish, if any could survive this despair.But even with the biting cold gnawing at my bones, my mind kept drifting back to them, Lucian, Raven, and Thorne.I had screamed so loudly, to the extent that I almost lost my voice, but no one listened to me, so I gave up."Raven... Lucian... Thorne..." I mumbled their names, my voice shaky as their unconscious faces haunted my memory.It was so obvious they weren't okay. If they were, they would’ve torn down the dungeon's door, broken the cha
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