Once we reached the dungeons, Zevander swiped up the key and opened the door to my cage. “You’re certain you’d prefer to sleep down here?” “As opposed to what? Pacing an empty room with only shadows to keep me company? Yes. If I’m going to be a prisoner, might as well sleep in the dungeons.” He groaned, stepping aside so I could enter the small cell. “Enjoy, then.” The moment I entered, he closed the door behind me. “Don’t you feel just a small bit of guilt locking me in?” “No.” The obnoxious turn of the key emphasized his point. “Your heart must be the smallest organ you possess.” “And your
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