Sonya
The stench of the prison walls had become part of me. Stone, damp, and iron every breath I took tasted of decay and hopelessness.
Nights and days blurred together, measured only by the scrape of boots against the corridor as guards changed shifts.
But I hadn’t given up.
I was Sonya. Survival was the marrow of my bones, deceiving the air I breathed.
If Erick thought locking me in chains would break me, then he had forgotten who I was.
That night, when the footsteps came, I opened my eyes slowly. The guard’s shadow stretched across the floor, and when his face appeared under the torchlight, recognition struck me like lightning.
Ronan.
A cruel smile curved my lips. Fate had finally handed me a card worth playing.
I leaned forward, chains rattling against the floor. “You,” I
