DALTON POV
Frozen water slammed against my face like a slap from hell. I jolted awake with a gasp, coughing, drenched and disoriented. My skin prickled from the cold, my clothes clung to my body, and every muscle ached as if I’d been trampled by a damn horse.
Derrick was sprawled out a few feet away, equally soaked, groaning as he pushed himself up on one elbow. His hair was plastered to his forehead, a small cut on his cheek oozing lazily.
The floor beneath us was wet stone. No windows. Reinforced steel door. A faint light filtered through the slit at the top.
Dungeon. They had actually brought us to the royal f*****g dungeon.
I tried to move, only to stumble when my legs didn’t cooperate. It felt like waking up from a week-long bender. My limbs were heavy. Numb. My mouth was dry as
