Aria.
I didn't stop running until my back hit the cold wall of the corridor far from the dungeons, my chest heaving with every ragged breath I pulled in.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I had seen death before. Living in a rogue town for three years meant that violence was never far away. But nothing — nothing — could have prepared me for what I had just witnessed. That woman had looked me directly in the eyes before swallowing that pill. Like she was making peace with her decision. Like she had already accepted what was coming.
Who had that kind of power over someone?
Who could make a person choose death over speaking?
He did.
Eryx.
I had looked at him and seen a killer.
"Dump the body" He said in the most coldest way possible without even battling an eyelash. He could do the sam
