The dungeon beneath the Lycan Palace was cold and unforgiving, its stone walls slick with moisture that ran straight into the air, making Jess’s sling tingle. Torches lined the narrow corridor, giving off shadows that danced like spirits who hadn’t found rest. The only sound was the faint dripping of water somewhere in the distance until the soft training of the captured servant broke the silence.
Malik. That was his name. The man who had tried to poison her earlier in the night.
Jess stood beside Luca, her arms crossed over her chest, her heart beating with a mixture of anger and fear. She kept her face neutral, but inside, a storm was growing. The man chained in front of them was now more than a servant, he was a pawn in Athena’s game, a game of darkness that had been attacking her for
