I wasn’t supposed to be here.

Technically.

But since when had I ever followed the rules when it came to people I cared about?

The palace walls were quiet, the evening shadows stretching long and low across the hallway. Golden sconces cast a warm glow across the stone, but nothing about this place felt warm anymore. Not after what Xander had done.

Throwing Dante into the dungeon.

Why?

I didn’t believe Dante was capable of betrayal. He was reckless, sure, but not like this. Not enough to be thrown in a damn dungeon by his own brother. And if Xander refused to give me answers... then I’d find my own....