Chapter 119

Draven’s POV

I froze the moment my amber eyes met Thea’s. The sound of clinking chains echoed between us, but all I could focus on was the dark recognition in her brown gaze. That name—Thea—sounded strangely familiar, and the anger flickering in her eyes confirmed my suspicion: there was far more to this than I’d realized.

Between us, silence stretched, heavy and expectant. For the first time, I saw pure hatred in her expression—an unmistakable loathing directed squarely at me. She despised me. But why?

I took a cautious step forward. The damp stone walls of the dungeon closed in around us, but I barely noticed. Thea’s eyes were the only thing that mattered.

“Am I supposed to know that name?” I asked, voice low and controlled. Her fury only deepened. But she clamped her lips shut, refusing to speak.

“Thea,” I began, raising my voice so the words rattled off the walls, “you’re caught. There’s no way you’ll break free now.” I swept my hand toward t