CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE
The bars of his cage are twisted and mangled. The room smells like singed flesh. But my mate is nowhere to be found.
I search frantically for Sterling, calling his name as I run around the dungeons.
Nothing. Only silence.
I scream for him until my throat is raw and scratchy. I run up and down every staircase, every hallway, until my feet are sore and bruised from pounding them against the stone floor.
I tear open doors, growing more desperate after each room turns out to be empty.
The entire time, I can feel Coello’s hatred and rage emanating from the bundle in my arms. He’s kicking and twisting, and I know that if he ever got the opportunity to escape, he’d absolutely destroy me.
But I don’t have time to think about any of that. I have to find Sterling.