Chapter 33 A boy tied to a chair

Tristan's POV

He was tied to a chair, the ropes carving into his flesh like serrated blades. Blood oozed down his arms, pooling beneath him, the air thick with the metallic scent of pain. His eyes bulged, flickering with a mix of fear and defiance.

“Who is he?” I asked, my voice cutting throug...

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