Eira's POV
The moment I sat inside the open cab meant to roam around the estate, I was almost certain he was taking me to the dungeons. Still, I refused to let myself grow too confident. This bloodsucker was completely unpredictable. He could easily take me somewhere else just to mess with my expectations.
After some time, the cab stopped in front of a heavily guarded entrance.
The dungeon.
The guards bowed to Rafe and stepped aside, walking away without a word.
Just like last time, it seemed it would be only the two of us. The other four had not followed, and strangely, that felt right. Around Rafe, I did not need to hide the darker parts of myself. I could let my evil side breathe without hesitation.
I walked beside him through the familiar closed corridor, its walls lit by cold lights that stretched endlessly ahead, leading us toward the chambers where prisoners were kept.
Yeah. Kept to be tortured. What else could it be?
