Chapter 163: A Mother’s Protectiveness

Daphne’s P.O.V

The dungeon smelled like old blood and damp stone, and no matter how long I sat in it, I couldn't get used to either.

Tania was chained to the wall across from me, her wrists raw from the iron cuffs, but her eyes were still sharp. Still alert. I had been watching her since they th...

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