Chapter 93 The Cost Of Knowing

• Kieran’s POV
• “I have nothing you could possibly need.”
• The words are spoken with a defiant lift of his chin, a thin veneer of courage stretched too tight over something far more fragile. He presses his back harder into the cold stone wall of the cell, as though it might swallow him whole if he gives it enough effort. Iron bars cast long shadows across his face, slicing him into pieces under the flickering torchlight.