Chloe’s pov
Nash was gone, dragged down into the dark cages below by Shaun and the rogue sentries. The wet dirt floorboards where he had knelt were still stained dark with his blood, the smell of iron hanging thick in the freezing air.
My chest heaved in silent, violent gasps, tears burning down my face as I stood frozen in the passage.
"Get moving, girl," Fernando rasped, his leather glove gripping my arm, yanking me toward the torchlit stairs leading to his upper quarters.
"Wait!" I cried, my voice breaking as I pulled back, my boots digging into the damp floorboards.
I forced my mind to stop screaming. I forced the terrifying image of Nash’s torn back out of my head. I took a deep breath, swallowing down the bitter taste of fear and guilt, and locked my emotions behind an impenetra
