10
JAX
Keradoc’s castle was as cold and black as the man’s heart, a maze of damp stone passageways that twisted in all directions like tangled vines. Left, right, up, down, a confusing network no doubt meant to frustrate any would-be intruders and allow the lord of the manor to cower beneath his desk from a safe distance.
No matter.
I needed it tonight. The harsh, frustrating brutality of it all. Gave me something to focus on other than Saint’s betrayal.
Oona’s betrayal. Her rise from the f*****g dead and her reappearance in my life at a time that was rapidly becoming its lowest point.
I wasn’t sure which of them I despised more. Tough call, but I’d meant what I said in the dungeons. After what the two of them cooked up together? They could both f*****g rot.
Liar…
Dismissing that l
