Chapter 230

• Finn's POV
• The moon hung heavy outside, its bloody glare slicing through the dark, painting the room in shades of red and shadow. I gasped as the slave pressed into me again and again, his hands rough and greedy, clawing at my scarred skin like he owned it. My body rocked under him, sweat slicking my flesh, the air thick with heat and the stench of lust. He was a nobody, some grunt I'd plucked from the shadows, but fuck, he moved like he knew me - hard and relentless, pinning me to the mattress with every thrust. My breath hitched, ragged and loud, but my mind wasn't on him. No, I'd calculated this shit down to the second.
• Lycidas was coming. I could feel it in my bones, that prickling certainty crawling up my spine.