Alexander
The next day, I check in on Max, the new dungeon keeper. I verify with the pocket of Evelyn within me to make sure she’s asleep before I head down there.
Max is reading a book on the new stool I brought down after shattering the last one in anger. His mind is calm, devoid of torturous thoughts like how I’d found Jonesy, so that’s good.
He looks up from his book as I trot down the stone steps, smiling politely as he places his bookmark. “Good morning, Your Majesty.”
“Good morning, Max. How’s the prisoner doing?”
“Much better,” he assures me as he stands to talk with me. “The salve you put on her has helped immensely, as have the soup and water. She’s been sleeping a lot, but I expect that’s all part of her recovery.”
My wolf whines within me, urging me to enter the cell, to
