Chapter 37

• The dungeon's musty air clung to my skin as Astor and I descended the winding stone staircase. Flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the damp walls, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by unseen eyes.
• Ugh, creepy. They probably kept the dungeons like this to demoralize prisoners—given the near-perfect state of the rest of the manor, anyway.
• "Are you sure about this, Olivia?" Astor's deep voice echoed in the narrow passage. I struggled not to roll my eyes.