“At least you’re feasting today. Makes it easier for you to hold on until the next hunt,”Myko snarls. Probablythinkshe's funny.
He hums.“No. I think I’m practical. We take what we can. You’re too stubborn to listen.”
He’s not wrong.
We should’ve brought Onyx to locate Roran from the start, but I couldn’t take that risk. She might’ve killed her on the spot.
Maybe that’s why Morvakar led us here in the first place.
“It’s better this way. Morvakar can keep tracking the missing merfolk,”Myko finally agrees with something I did today.
The deeper I go, the more the stench of mold clogs my nose.
Underground, of course. That’s where they always hide the worst things. Like the rats they are.
I’ve already consumed the souls of a few guards down here, but none of them knew anything—no lies, no resistance. Their souls were empty of her.
I’m losing it.
If they moved her...
If she’s not here—
I kick open the last door in the corridor.
The smell hits first. Death.
Rot.
My stomach twists.
I scan the room—one cracked window, a broken chair, a table shoved against the wall under the window.
A rope on the floor.
Someone was tied up here.
My pulse spikes as I sweep the room again—frantic, desperate.
And then I see it.
A pink heel.
Roran’s.
“She was here,” I whisper. “Fuck. I missed her.”
My fists clench.
“I swear, I’m going to kill Fedor today.”
I turn to leave—and that’s when I see it. Fucking merhell.
That’s why it reeks like a slaughterhouse. I step closer to the thing on the floor.
A head.
Blond hair covering the face.
