Luca’s POV

Hearing Rose’s voice had done something to me. It was as if the weight of the entire world had lifted, even if just for a moment. She was alive. She was strong, though I could tell she was barely holding on. That was all I needed to ignite the fire in me. I wouldn’t stop until she was out of that dungeon and safe in my arms again.

I sat at my desk, Bianca and Jenny’s videos and pictures of the dungeon laid out before me. The images showed every detail the cold, damp walls, the heavy iron bars, the chains. Each photo made my blood boil, but...