Chapter 116

RONAN POINT OF VIEW

I don't know how long I sat there. Time moved like thick honey in the dungeons. There were no windows, no way to tell if it was day or night in this messed-up realm. The only light came from torches that burned with flames the color of dried blood.

The smell down here was incredible, and not in a good way. Rot and mold and something that might have been fear, if fear had a scent. It got into my nose and throat and made me want to ...