Chapter 36
Rylen's POV Rylen froze mid-step, his blood turning cold as a familiar, gut-wrenching sound echoed down the corridor. Juniper’s scream, raw and full of agony, ripped through the sterile air. His jaw clenched, and his fists balled at his sides. The sound ignited a fire in him, a primal need to act. He glanced around, his keen eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor. Guards patrolled regularly, their boots clinking rhythmically against the polished floor. The narrow hallways and oppressive silence only added to the suffocating tension. He pressed himself against the wall, his breath shallow as he strained to hear more. Another sound followed—cries, soft and broken, like a child’s. Calliope. Rylen’s stomach churned. His instincts screamed at him to charge in, but he knew better. Charging in
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