Chapter 134

FINN'S POV

I stepped through the heavy door and into the dim light of the silver cell. The air was heavy with the smell of cold metal, mixed with the lingering scents of sweat and fear.

Ralph was seated against the wall, his wrists chained above his head, his arms stretched out tight, his body marked with fresh red welts that cut across his skin like dark, angry lines.

The two warriors I had ordered to get him talking stood by, looking like they had just come from a fight themselves, their eyes hard but hesitant.

One of them stepped forward, his voice low. “He refused to speak, Boss. Not a word, no matter how much we tried.”

I nodded. “Leave us,” I ordered. They glanced at each other, then gave a quick bow before slipping out, shutting the door with a dull clang that echoed in the silence.

Now, only Ralph and I remained in the cell.

I took a step closer, letting the weight of my presence settle on him. He lifted his head slowly, and for a brief second, I saw a hint of defiance flashin