Ravić carried me out of the dungeon with ease, bridal-style.
Our skin was slick with blood. But he strode from his cell like he owned it. After all, he had been locked up there so many times that he doesn't even a key to escape. He knew every weak point by heart. No matter how many times his father's men tried to fix it up.
The reason why he had chosen to stay there and hadn't made a move to leave, was simply because there was no reason to. The last time he broke free, he killed the Court officials responsible for the chaos surrounding Laurent's scandal. It was such a massacre, that it got him exiled beyond the borders.
"The fuck?" Sebastian muttered the moment we stepped out of the dungeon.
Rifles snapped up, barrels trained on Ravić, then lowered just as quickly when his eyes flared red, flat with boredom.
"You really did it, didn't you?" he breathed, staring at me in Ravić' arms, stunned.
