Chapter 170

The dungeon smelled of blood. Chains rattled whenever Caius shifted, the iron digging deeper into his skin. He sat slumped against the wall, his chest rising and falling heavily, blood drying on his side.

The door creaked open.

The sound of Darius’s loud footsteps filled the room.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “The famous Dark. The man who faked his death to crawl back years later. You should’ve stayed buried.”

Caius lifted his head slowly. His eyes were hollow but still burning. “If it saves her, I’ll rot here. You’ll never touch Lydia.”

Darius laughed, in a mocking tone. “That girl called me once already without knowing. Her howl...