Eight
Asher
Two hours and countless tunnels and cells later, it was time to make an official statement: This was the most f****d-up shitshow I’d ever seen.
Gray’s ex? Dude was f*****g disturbed. It wasn’t enough for him to just hunt down witches and burn them, honoring the desperate, pathetic traditions of his ancestors.
No. This f*****g guy took things to a whole new level of sociopathy. He made Sebastian look like an angel strumming a golden harp in a meadow full of f*****g tulips.
Picturing the Prince of Hell prancing around a meadow should’ve made me laugh, but I couldn’t even crack a smile. Not here.
This place was too damn horrifying for words.
I stood in the middle of a large circular chamber in the center of the prison system, the space washed in a sickly green light that em
