Denderick's POV
The stench of rot and blood hit me before my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the dungeon. I had prepared myself for the worst, but nothing could have steeled me for the horror that lay before me.
The flickering light from the braziers illuminated rows of women- no, skeletons- chained to the walls, their bodies barely alive. Their hollow eyes, sunken and lifeless, stared blankly ahead. Some whimpered, their breaths shallow and ragged, while others sat motionless, as if death had already claimed them in spirit, if not yet in flesh.
My heart lurched in pain as I saw them. This.... this was all Logan's doing. His depravity and wickedness knew no bounds.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat as I moved deeper into the room, my boots echoing across the stone floor. A tab
