LEO'S POV.
The cold air of the dungeon welcomed me as I descended the stone steps. I haven't been here in a while. Not since I payed Isabel a visit in her cell back when I had her locked up.
I could practically feel the rage pumping through my veins as I walked. Each step I took only seemed to fuel my anger, and by the time I reached Matt’s cell, I was a storm barely contained. I was like a volcano ready to erupt.
He sat slumped against the wall, chains pulling at his wrists, his head snapping up as I approached. His expression shifted first to defiance, then fear, and then desperation—all written across his face like a pathetic open book.
He should be scared. He was already in enough trouble as it was after what he and goddess knows who else joined Erica to do to Isabel in the dunge
