Chapter 34

“Who paid you?” my voice is a snarl as I enter the dungeon, my strides long and filled with purpose as I grab the closest thing near me a large whip. The perpetrator, or the girl who had given my father the poison, dangled from the ceiling, her arms above her head, a look of panic on her face. She was younger than I expected her to be, in her late teens, her blonde hair now matted and sticking to her sweaty face, her pallor almost transparent, her pale pink lips parted as she stared at me pleadingly.