Damien’s POV:

“Go back to where I was before.” The unknown barked at the guard. “I’ll stay here instead.”

The guard muttered something under his breath, his keys jangling one last time before his footsteps retreated down the stone corridor. The heavy iron door at the far end clanged shut, and just like that, the only sounds left were the distant drip of water from the ceiling and the faint rustle of rats somewhere in the walls.

As soon as the echo died, I turned around, my ...