Chapter 146

Scarlett’s POVenter45 061The kappa led me down the narrow, dimly lit staircase, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. When we reached Geoffrey’s cell, I took a steer steady breath. There he was, shackled to the wall with thick silver chains that kept his wolf at bay, unable to heal hits. His face way bruised and senilen ve clothes torn and filthy. He looked pitiful, a stark contrast to the smug, arrogant man who had once looked down on me. A small, filthy polka-des handkerchief lay on the ground beside him, a reminder of the opulent party from which he’d been dragged.He lifted his head slowly, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of fear. Gone was the proud, condescending Geoffrey 1 remembered. Now, he was nothing but a broken man, a prisoner who knew his time had come.