Kaiden’s Point of View
The memory played vividly in my mind, starting with Avery. The moment I brought her home and laid her in my chambers, tending to her wounds, I knew I couldn’t delay. Once she was stable, I left her to rest and made my way to the dungeon.
The rogue had been barely conscious when I arrived, his body slumped against the wall, his shoulders brutally disfigured where his arms had been severed. His blood had pooled beneath him, but his eyes still held a flicker of defiance.
I stepped into the cell, my boots clicking against the stone floor as I approached him. He looked up at me, trying to muster a sneer, but his pain betrayed him.
“Who sent you?” I asked, my tone calm, almost conversational.
The rogue said nothing, his jaw tightening as if to steel himself against wh
