Chapter 49

Prescott’s POV

“It’s here, Your Majesty!” Czar announced, opening a steel door for me, he stepped aside for me to enter.

I nodded and took a deep breath before walking into the dark room. The door closed behind me, and I assumed that he was going to stand guard by the door.

“Oh, dear!” I sighed, taking in the awful smell of the chemicals in the room.

The light came on only to reveal Dixon, who was standing behind a guy who was shackled to an iron chair. The rogue guy was stripped naked, his long hair was packed up in a messy bun and he was dripping wet from head to toe.

“Do we have only one captive?” I asked Dixon, moving closer to the seat that was across from the guy.

“No. We have three captives and the remaining two were kept in the slammer.” Dixon uttered, moving away from the guy.

“Good.” I pulled the chair a little closer to the guy before sitting down. I stared at the rogue who kept giving me a resentful glare. I chuckled, wondering what was going on in his little head.

“Hey,”