Chapter 111. What News?

Adira’s POV

We were in the dungeons, looking at Zion as he whimpered on the floor, covered in blood. He looked pathetic, and weak, not at all powerful.

“Just get this over this, you won,” he spat, blood splattering from his mouth. Wyatt took out a dagger.

“May you rot in hell,” I said as Wyatt slits his throat several times. Zion’s blood streamed down and an awful sound came from him. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t, I wanted to see and make sure he was dead. He finally stopped struggling and Wyatt looked back at me.

“Now, I’m all dirty,” he mumbled, unamused. His clothes and face were covered in blood. I grimaced and a guard brought him a towel that he wiped his face with.

“What do we do with the body?” Jett asked.

“Burn him,” I shrugged my shoulders.

I linked my arm to my mate and we left the dungeons. We went back to the palace where Wyatt changed into fresh clothes. I was sitting in front of the mirror, admiring my beautiful