Well, to what used to be a wine cellar. Now it was a dungeon. And, if her dad caught her going down here, she was toast. Allai followed the steps leading down to the dungeon door, counting the echoes her shoes made on the concrete floor. Her fingertips trailed along the rough wall, and she tried ...
This is what I get? I say Ashe’s name, break my promise, and expose my feelings. And this is what I get in return? Some delusional claim from an equally delusional prisoner? Lor stares at me, and it hurts. I’m not sure if it’s his gaze or the laughter that’s causing the pain. Maybe both; everythi...
