Chad’s POV
The stench of rot and rust clung to the air like a curse. The walls sweated moisture, the floor was cold concrete, and the only light came from a dying bulb flickering overhead. Every flicker stabbed at my skull. Every sound echoed too loudly.
I lay on the thin mattress, wrists bruised from the handcuffs they kept dragging me around in, ankles raw from shackles that had become part of my skin. My body ached in places I didn’t know could hurt. They wanted me broken. They wanted me silent. They wanted me to suffer.
I hissed under my breath and clenched my jaw until it hurt.
“Amy Woods… you witch,” I growled. “I’ll kill you if I ever get out of here.”
Her name burned my tongue. Kael’s name burned even deeper. He was supposed to be dead. I planned everything. Every step. Every
