AUTHOR’S POV

Liam dragged the badly beaten Luke down to the dungeon, his grip iron and unrelenting. Luke stumbled but said nothing, his head low, his breath ragged. He sat on the cold stone floor, a picture of despair. His mind was blank, his body aching. He didn’t even know how he’d lost control.

“Say something, dammit,” Liam snarled, landing another punch square on his jaw. But Luke stayed silent, blood pooling in his mouth.

With a furious exhale, Liam turned away. “Watch ...