CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONEIVY’S POV.The private dungeons beneath the grand arena smelled different. There was no ironwood, no amber firelight, and no scent of clean air. It smelled of stagnant and stale water, as dusty as an abandoned homeAiden dragged Alex’s weakened, bleeding body into a sprawling, vaulted stone chamber used for private interrogations, as labelled on the top, and threw him onto the cold floor. Alex let out a choked, wet groan, his hand clutching his fractured ribs as he rolled onto his side, his breath shallow and ragged.I stumbled into the room right behind them, my own bleeding legs trembling so violently I had to lean against the damp stone wall just to stay upright. The heavy iron door slammed shut behind us with a deafening, final thud, locking us into the shadows with the monster."Aiden, please," I gasped, the tears finally spilling over my bruised cheeks as I looked at the utter devastation in the room. "He was just trying to help me. He didn't do anything."Ai
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