Sienna’s footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway, each sound growing louder in the stillness, mirroring the thunderous beat of her heart. The stone walls pressed in on her as though the very air sought to suffocate her. But the pressure didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough to stop her.
She had made a decision, and there was no turning back.
The stench of wolfsbane grew stronger as she neared the dungeon. She could almost taste the bitterness of it in the back of her throat, the scent clinging to the stone like an iron grip. She had always hated that smell, the smell of death, of imprisonment. But tonight, she would endure it for him.
For Ryder.
She paused in front of the heavy, iron-bound door at the end of the hall. The guards stationed outside the dungeon gave her a quick, dismissive gl
