CHAPTER: 25
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Zeke's POV:
The moment he spoke, I didn't answer. Instead, I let my gaze sweep across the dimly lit room, absorbing every unfamiliar detail. The air here was thick—charged with something ancient, something primal. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls, twisting like living things. It wasn't just dark; it was wrong.
Liam stood behind me, his presence humming with quiet confidence. Gone was the uncertain, hesitant man I once knew. His stance was steady, his voice calm—but there was an edge to it now, sharp enough to cut.
"This place..." I muttered, breathing in the stale scent lingering in the air. It reeked of old stone and something faintly metallic. Blood, maybe. "Where are we?"
Liam chuckled softly, and though I couldn't see his face, I knew that smirk was there. "Does it matter?" he mused, voice dripping with amusement. "What matters is you and me, Zeke."