LUCY
I hear laughs.
They are the kind of laughs that send immediate chills down my spine, forcing a hard pause in my boots, one hand flying to the doorframe beside me for balance. It is a familiar, sickening pitch that has my lips tightening into a razor-thin line and my fists balling so tightly at my sides that my knuckles ache.
They are the exact, deranged laughs that remind me of Cole and his vile brethren back in Zaden, right before Tavric had brutally dismantled them.
But this is Virelan. The deep, highly secured Virelan dungeons. Why would I find that exact brand of entertainment down here? Do we have a Khy'lin in captivity?
"Your Highness… is something the matter?"
The low, cautious voice at my shoulder reminds me that I am not alone. I am flanked by two guards. The moment I had changed my course, leaving the warmth of the Alpha's residence to venture into the cold belly of the prison grounds, these two sentries had silently fallen into step behind me.
