Elora’s POV
Drip
Drip
Drip
The halls were dead quiet, except for that annoying drip-drip-drip echoing. Night guards had swapped already, so their route had these tiny little gaps like, almost inviting, right? I knew their patterns now, not because sneaking around was my thing or whatever, but... well, desperate times. If I wanted to see him, to give him one stupid sliver of hope, I had to be basically invisible.
Heart pounding like hell, the guilt gnawing at me, I crept down that skinny spiral staircase that always felt a mile long. First thing that hit me? The stink...like wet rocks, mold, and rusty metal. Dungeon smell. The Alpha’s beloved hole for enemies and traitors, not for Dominic’s brother. Not Dante.
I hugged the basket to me like it was a lifeline. Bread, a dented flask, so
