I had just stepped out of my room. My muscles ached, but it was a good type of ache. Tristan and Nathan did a number on me last night.

As I closed the door behind me, I saw Ryan standing in the hallway, his face set with grim determination. He caught sight of me and approached with purpose.

“Ella,” he began, his voice low and serious, “I’m heading to the dungeon to interrogate the witch.”

I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “I’m coming with you.”

Ryan shook his head immediately. “You need to rest. You’ve barely recovered.”

“Rest?” I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “That witch targeted me, Ryan....