Chapter 124

**Ronan's POV**

The smell hit my broken nose first. Clean water falling from dark clouds. Fresh earth drinking deep after dry months. The scent of home, of safety, of magic that didn't burn when it touched your skin.

Rain.

I lifted my head from where it hung against my chest. Chains cut into my wrists as I moved. The dungeon stayed the same, black stone walls that dripped water, iron bars that buzzed with dark magic, shadows that moved wrong. But that ...