Chapter 93

Malakai's Point of View

The prisoner's screams had become a melody to me. A sharp-pitched prayer to a goddess that wouldn't answer. The fear of the dungeon was also slowly eroding away.

It no longer gripped my chest when I had to go down. On the contrary, a warped part of me enjoyed the sound of my steps as I descended down down down. As if it gave the hurt part of my soul a new meaning to the word. To the sights, sounds, and smells.

I was no longer afraid but the person on the other side of this door had to be.

Had to fear for their lives.

"I see you have been happily mated for four years now. One child born, and another on the way," I flicked my gaze up from the mess of papers Rachel had given me. Noticed more sweat on the man's brow than he ever had before. His mouth was gagged but his neck strained against the restraints we had him in. "I wonder what they would think if they knew what you did. Falsely accusing someone? That is horrible. Especially if you know that person will