Chapter 29 A Hurricane Of Emotions

• ALEXA
• My footsteps echoed as I descended into the basement, the air thick with the copper tang of blood and damp stone. Low light flickered against the walls, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts around me. It was appropriate, considering what I was about to face.
• Sofia stood at the far end of the room beside a chair that was bolted to the floor. Octavia sat strapped into it, her wrists bound behind her back, a cut blooming purple across her cheekbone. Her hair was matted with sweat and blood. But her spine? Still straight. Her chin was still lifted in a manner that screamed of her defiance.