Lucas or rather, what was left of Lucas stalked toward the dungeons.
He had spent days avoiding this moment.
But he couldn't do it anymore.
Not with the questions burning in his mind.
Why?
Why had she done it?
Had she always been a traitor? Had she been playing him from the start, smiling in his face while stabbing him in the back?
Had she ever loved him?
Or was it all just a well-orchestrated lie?
Manic was barely contained beneath the surface. Lucas wasn't sure who was in control anymore. But it didn't matter. What mattered was Ava.
He needed to see her.
He needed answers.
But the second he stepped into the dungeon corridor, he knew something was wrong.
The Gammas stationed outside were sprawled on the cold stone floor, their bodies motionless. A few of them snored lightly, one of them drooled.
Lucas's lips curled into a snarl.
Someone had drugged them.
His vision darkened at the edges, rage pumping through his veins like fire.
