CHAPTER 58

The stench of fear permeated the air, so acrid it turned Draco’s stomach. Never mind that it was his own.

Above him, the single bare bulb hung from the basement’s ceiling, every now and then swinging with the vibrations of the people walking on the upper floor. Sometimes, when someone banged a door above, fine dust would drizzle down on his sweat-slick, blood-encrusted skin.

I’m fucked. That realization should have been a given when Seth’s men grabbed him, but he’d held on to the sliver of hope that maybe he’d be able to escape later. He looked again at the magic-infused manacles shackling his arms and legs to the metal table. Yeah, not very likely.

The door to the basement opened, and warm light spilled in, before a shadow blocked the view of the hall beyond. The agastopia male closed the door, and his heavy footsteps thudded on the stairs while he desce