Chapter 120

**Silas's POV**

The palace shuddered.

I felt it first as a tremor beneath my feet, then as a deep vibration that ran through the obsidian walls like a heartbeat. In the torture chamber, dust rained from the ceiling, and the shadow flames in the torches flickered wildly.

Something was wrong.

I paused in my work, the shadow whip coiling around my wrist like a living thing. Ronan hung in the restraints, barely conscious, blood painting abstract patterns ...