Third POV

The dungeons beneath the Moonsville pack house reeked of despair and dark magic. Moisture dripped steadily from the stone ceiling, each drop echoing like a countdown to madness. In the deepest cell, barely visible in the flickering torchlight, Gerald Morrison sat chained to the wall.

Three weeks of Lucia's "special attention" had left him gaunt and scarred, but his eyes still burned with defiance. The witch had tried everything – physical torture, psychological manipulation, dark ...