Vespera’s POV
Every cell door in the dungeon swung open at once.
The metallic crashes echoed through the corridor, followed by the startled shouts of guards scrambling to contain prisoners who had suddenly found themselves free. Somewhere behind me, Callum swore, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man sitting inside the reinforced cell.
Richard Blackthorne's face stared back at us, silver eyes gleaming beneath the dungeon lights.
Damon stood motionless beside me, his black veins spreading across his hands as the silver mark on my wrist burned in response.
“Close the doors!” Callum shouted.
The guards rushed toward the cells, but the moment one of them grabbed a handle, the metal twisted beneath his fingers like heated wax.
“Don't touch them!” I warned.
The guard stumbled bac
