Chapter 70

• Do you have any idea what you've done?"
• The words, cold and sharp, sliced through the dungeon's silence. Theon Vale stood in the doorway, his face contorted in a scowl of anger. His Alpha presence, an overwhelming weight of power and dominance, filled the small stone cell.
• Rhea, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs, was still tied to the wall. The silver was a constant, burning reminder of her powerlessness. Darius, her captor, her enemy, her ally, stood behind her, his hand on the back of her neck, a possessive, menacing touch.