Vivian’s pov
The cold air in the dungeon felt heavy with the realization. Jarek hadn’t freed the chemist, even though he planned to execute her in the cell. Someone else had slaughtered his men and opened the cage before he even arrived.
“The western gate”, Dominic rasped, standing so fast the shadows around his boots whipped into a frenzy.
We abandoned the deep cells and ran through the tunnels. I was running in mortal fumes, my lungs aching in the cold air, but I wouldn’t let myself fall behind. Dominic reached back and took my hands, almost pulling me through the darkness.
I didn’t like that he viewed me as a captive, but at that moment his strong hold was what kept me going.
The temperature plummeted as we neared the postern gate—a massive, rusted iron gate designed for stealth,
