Olivia Martins

“Take her to the dungeon.”

Ryker stepped forward, blocking their path before the guards could lay a hand on me again.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Caspian?” His voice cracked through the air like thunder, echoing off the walls of the grand foyer. Caspian remained unreadable.

“I’ve been patient,” Ryker continued, his tone thick with disbelief. “I’ve waited. I hoped you’d come to your senses. But this?” He gestured between us, fury shaking in ...