CHAPTER 213
The acrid smell followed them as they all moved out of the cell. Marcus, who had been on standby in the dimly lit corridor, watched as Lucian, Isabella, Clara, and Aleric pushed out of the heavy iron doorway with a horrible, choking stench trailing them like a physical cloud.
He took an instinctive half-step back, his nostrils flaring as his sharp vampire senses recoiled from the foul odor.
He had expected a brutal interrogation since the fact that Aleric went inside, maybe some spilled wolf blood—but this smelled like dark magic and dissolved rot.
His eyes immediately darted between the four figures. Aleric's face was a pasty gray as he practically dragged his feet against the stone steps.
Beside him, Clara walked in a rigid, icy silence, her white eyes fixed forward, her usua calm replaced by a tightly wound tension that put Marcus on immediate alert.
