ELIAS’ POV
The fire burning within me had been stoked from the moment I discovered the hunter was no longer in the cell I’d placed her in and now that I’d finally found her, it threatened to consume me and everything else in its path. My vision was a reddish haze as I took in the scene before me.
The hunter was sprawled out on the filthy dungeon floor with her legs spread apart, a male I didn’t recognise positioned between them, stroking his shaft as he prepared to enter her. Tattered fabric lay on the ground beside her bruised, naked body. She was covered in blood and by the distinct scent that clung to the air, it was hers. What really broke me, though, were the tears that marred her dirt-covered cheeks.
Her eyes were shut, her expression appearing as though she’d lost all will to fig
