Evelyn’s POV

The cold, damp air of the cell pressed against my skin, seeping into my bones like a cruel reminder of the reality I now faced. The stone walls, rough and unyielding, seemed to close in on me, but I felt strangely calm. I had always imagined that I would be terrified if I were ever caught and thrown into jail, but now, sitting here, I felt a sense of eerie acceptance. This was my fate, after all.

I’d spent years among rogues, watching as they were dragged into ...