Artemisia
I dress myself quickly into a sundress before sprinting after them. I follow my mate’s voice that booms through the mansion as his brothers are carrying him into the main mansion and downstairs.
Pushing through the crowd that forms on the stairs and in the halls to watch the spectacle, I reach the ground floor without catching up with them.
As I stand in front of a heavy steel door that has been left ajar, I feel goosebumps rising on my skin.
The Dungeon.
Gulping, I start descending the stone staircase that leads down to the cold underground in a spiral form.
The steel door seems to have been the portal to another dimension. Because as I’m enveloped by the cold radiating off the bare walls, I walk through a place that in comparison with the mansion built above it is de
