Chapter 223

Author's POV...

The dungeon's floor was wet and smelled strongly of blood and fluids unnamed. Although Logan had not quite ordered her to be beaten or maltreated in any way, the dungeon alone, which she had to occupy for nearly a year, was punishment enough.

Kara turned to stare at the dungeon gate when she heard footsteps draw closer to where she was. She listened closely, straining her ears beyond the thick doors that secured the dungeon. Not long after, the cell door next to her opened loudly, and she could hear the strike of whips and the agonized cries that came from the unfortunate prisoner.

She moved away from the door. At least, if she had nothing in particular, to be thankful for, she was grateful that she wasn't being whipped, starved or tortured in the cell. She had been there for a while, and she knew what went on in the dungeon halls when the lights were off. It was not pretty, and she'd wept once or twice when she was still new.

But that was