(Sanya's POV)
I force myself to walk down the dark stone stairs that lead to the dungeon, each step echoing in the cold silence, and my hands tremble as I grip the iron railing because I need answers, I need to understand why Aaron would do something so monstrous, why he would try to poison Sasha when all he had to do was refuse the marriage like a normal person instead of resorting to murder.
The air down here is damp and suffocating, thick with the smell of mildew and something else I can't quite name, something that makes my stomach turn, and when I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see him through the bars of his cell, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, his movements frantic and desperate, his hair disheveled and his clothes torn from Tyron's beating.
He looks up when he hea
