Ronan’s voice slithered down the corridor like smoke, cheerful and poisonous. “Come out, come out, little bride. I know you’re down here.” My blood turned to ice. I pressed myself flat against the wall beside Darius’s cell, heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe. Darius’s eyes widened in silent alarm. He jerked against his chains, trying to draw attention away from my hiding spot. “Looking for someone, Ronan?” Darius rasped, his voice weak but defiant. “Or just enjoying the sound of your own voice?” Ronan’s footsteps slowed, then stopped just outside the cell. I could see the edge of his boots from my narrow vantage point. He laughed softly. “Always the fighter, even when you’re rotting. How admirable.” There was a pause, then the clink of metal against the bars. “I brought you a gift, brother. A preview of tomorrow’s festivities.” I risked a tiny glance. Ronan held up a small, ornate box. He opened it slowly, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, the same one I had been
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