LIEF’S POV

The dungeon was colder than usual. The eerie chill settled on our bones like a cloak as Ryker, Ezren, and I descended the stone steps, with Ezren and I flanking Ryker.

My expression was grim. I didn’t need to look at Ryker to know what was going on in his head. Because he was very much angry—that we knew.

However, aside from that, his expression was completely unreadable. As his beta and best friend, I knew Ryker so well, but after the outcome of the ritual, he had spoken so ...