Chapter 106

XANDER

I knew something was wrong the moment we stepped into the dungeon. There were blood smudges on the wall, a few pieces of someone's insides that I don't really want to make out what they are on the dirty bloody ground.

"This is a fucking massacre," Donovan mutters from behind me, he walks further and fans his hand over his face. Trying to get rid of the metallic smell of blood and the dark smell of death in the air.

I can't help but agree. The sight was gore and if I haven't seen worse, I would have had trouble sleeping tonight. "Something isn't right with all of this,"

"It's too wild for the man?" Donovan asks, his brows creasing. I shake my head and purse my lips, looking down at my feet where a piece of clothing lay, from a cloth being torn definitely.

"No, it's a little too convenient." I mutter, crouching to pick it up. I hold it between two fingers and immediately sme