****Warning, this chapter contains torture!****
Ava
“Before we go in,” I stop walking and turn to Triton, my hand still in his. “This is my fight. It’s up to me what happens to them. I want you with me, but I don’t want you to treat me like some kind of fragile little flower. I can handle this. If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. Okay?”
He smirks at me. “I don’t, for one moment, think you’re a fragile little flower, Ava. You are anything but. I will leave this to you, though I cannot promise I won’t be angry. However, I will do nothing unless you ask it of me.”
I smile because he gets it. Triton is becoming more and more appealing as the minutes tick by.
Lucky me, huh?
I nod at the guards outside the dungeon, who tip their heads and let us pass. The smell of dust and stale air fill
