The dungeon cell smelled of shit, blood, and stale sweats. I sat on the damp stone floor, my back against the wall, staring at the iron bars that separated me from any hope of freedom. The guards had thrown me in here like garbage, tossing a moldy piece of bread and a cup of water at my feet.

The knife had gone deep, but not deep enough to kill Seraphina. I'd failed at the one thing Rebecca had asked me to do.

"We should have gone for the heart," Eos whispered in my mind, her voice weak but ...