Caroline’s wrists ached against the iron shackles, the cold biting into her skin. The damp stone walls of the dungeon pressed in around her, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth.
Ezra stood before her, his golden eyes burning with something unreadable. His hands rested behind his back, his posture eerily calm.
She had seen him angry before.
She had seen him furious.
But this—this was different.
The silence between them stretched like a blade ready to strike.
Caroline inhaled slowly, forcing her voice to remain steady.
"I should have killed you?" she echoed, tilting her head, ignoring the pain pulsing through her body. "Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you."
Ezra didn’t react. Didn’t move. Didn’t so much as blink.
But the tension in the room thickened, pre
