Chapter 91

Jordan's POV The stench of mold and decay was almost suffocating. The dripping pipes and dampness of the earth seemed to mock us, as if reminding us of how long we had been trapped, how far we were from freedom. My pulse was a hammer against my ribs, my chest tight as if the walls themselves were closing in on me. This had to be the place—Tavian’s secret escape route. He wouldn’t risk it being somewhere obvious. He didn’t have the magic to hide the entrance, to cloak it in some veil of safety, but there was something… something beneath all the grime.