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Bastian’s POV
The scent of blood, sweat, and burnt flesh still clung to the air as I turned my gaze to the last prisoner.
Unlike Viktor, whose torment she had only heard through the stone walls, Cassandra had seen everything that happened to Marcus. His cell had been directly in front of hers, leaving her with no escape from the horrors unfolding before her. She had watched as his body was torn apart, his screams carving into the damp air, his life snuffed out in front of her very eyes.
And now? Now, she was shaking.
Her frail form trembled against the cold, damp stone of the dungeon, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Her silver-inflicted wounds still oozed dark, poisoned blood. Her lips were cracked, her skin ashen, stretched tight over sharp
