Athena
Oliver carries a broken looking Eliza out of the dungeon and I hope to the Goddess that she will be able to live with herself after what she just did. She’s still so young but I applaud her for her bravery.
“Give me the knife.” I demand and one of the guards hands it to me.
I barge my way into the last prisoners cell, ready to finish off what Eliza started.
“Please!” He begs. “Don’t kill me! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, I promise.”
“Don’t want to suffer the same fate as your friend?” Emmet asks from behind my shoulder.
“He’s not my friend. They take in rouges to build an army. In return for food and shelter, you must do their bidding.” The prisoner explains.
“What is your name?” I demand.
“Matthew.”
“And who are these people you work for?”
“They are a mated pai
