8
ELIAN
Are we dead yet, brother? Wasn’t expecting the afterlife to smell so rank.”
Yeah. Jax hadn’t said a word, and I was talking to the f*****g shadows again. Shadows and rats and the ghosts of ten thousand men who’d taken their last broken breaths in this dungeon long before we showed up.
How long had it even been since they’d staked us, beaten us, thrown us down here?
Hours? Days? An eternity?
There was only one way into the dungeon—the steel door they’d dragged us through—and no one had come or gone since.
The whole place reeked of death.
Jax and I were shoved into one of a handful of barred cells, all of them empty but for a lone prisoner in the cell directly across from ours. Now, a pained gasp emanated from his side of the dungeon, but I had no idea who or what lurked behi
