Amari’s POV
The Lightwoods had been captured over a week ago. There was little information gained from interrogation until the torture began. I played no active role in it, yet I certainly did not intervene. I left long before the agonizing screams echoed in the chamber. The air in the castle hung heavy with tension as I tried to distance myself from the dungeons. Yet, in every corner, the whispers of betrayal lingered. Though I distanced myself physically from the tormented scenes, the weight of guilt pressed upon me, knowing I hadn't stood against the brutality.
"Did we have to resort to torture? Is it even legal?" Leo’s eyes, a captivating deep blue, tracked every word I uttered. Like sapphires under moonlight, they held a mysterious luster, revealing both intensity and hidden depths.
