*Starblood Dungeon, Night*
The faint groan of chains echoed when prisoners shifted in their sleep.
A sharp c***k rang out like thunder.
Then another.
Torches flared as guards stumbled down the narrow stairwell, boots clattering against stone.
When the first torchlight swept across the dungeon, the guards froze.
Lesley stood in the center of her cell, one arm dangling free, the other still chained.
The chain had snapped at the wall, the bolt ripped free of stone. Her hair was wild around her face, eyes glowing faintly Violet, as she stared at the torchlight.
And she was laughing.
The sound ricocheted across the dungeon, brittle and sharp, too loud in the cramped space.
Aria, crouched on her cot in the cell opposite, pressed forward against the bars, her voice a hiss.
“Yes. Yes!
