Chloe’s pov
The heavy iron door of the subterranean cells slammed open, bouncing off the damp stone wall with a echoing crash.
I scrambled up from my straw mat, my dark wool dress dragging through the dirt as I rushed to the iron-grated window. Ted stood right outside my door, his posture frozen, his knuckles white around the hilt of his short knife as he stared down the dark corridor.
A broad, ugly sneer echoed down the stone passage, accompanied by the clanking of heavy iron chains against the floorboards.
"Bring him in!" Fernando’s raspy, booming voice bellowed from the torchlight.
Four massive rogue fighters marched into the cellar, dragging a battered, bloody figure between them. Heavy iron cuffs bound his wrists and ankles, biting deep into his flesh, leaving dark streaks of blo
