Nyx's Pov

The fourth day.

The walls of the cell pressed close, cold stone biting against my back. My wrists ached from the bruises. My lips were split, my cheek still swollen from the last strike. I could still taste blood in my mouth.

Every day it was the same.

The iron door creaked, and he came. Zade. His eyes were dark, cruel, filled with the same hunger to break me. He carried Liam in his arms, my child's eyes filled with longing as he looked at me.

Zade stopped in front of me. His boots scraped against the stone floor. He crouched, grabbing my chin roughly and tilting my...