Reyn POV
"This place reeks of blood."
I say walking down the hallway leading to Julian's cell.
"You're in a dungeon full of convicts. What do you expect?" Damon rhetorically asks
"The bare minimum of cleansing."
"You should've stayed in bed. You just recovered, and you need rest."
"I'm fine. Just keep walking."
He's rolling his eyes, and that didn't escape my sight, but I let it go since we have more important business to take care of than his silliness.
Damon and I were going to Julian for his final sentence. I hate I have to do this.
If it were after me, I would've given him something to remember even in his death, but I can't.
I promised that his fate would be decided by those he tortured, so I'm going to stick to their punishment. Even though it's so damn... plain.
"Hello
