Amelia’s POV

“Hello… Amelia.”

The sound of his voice dripped like poison through the silence.

That tone of his was too calm for someone standing before a captive.

My body tensed on instinct, the ropes digging into my wrists as I lifted my head toward him.

Ragnarok stepped forward, his tall figure cutting through the darkness.

His face was unreadable but it only made my stomach twist.

I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. Every muscle in my body felt like it was made of ice. ...