Chapter 22 He belongs to no one

DESMOND'S POV

The dungeon was cold, damp, and reeked of despair. I stood in front of the cell where Caspian and his warrior lover were being held, my arms crossed over my chest and my face hard like a stone.

Caspian was huddled in the corner of the cell, his once-beautiful face now bruised and tea...

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