Chapter 84

Artemisia POV

Descending the cold steps slowly, I can feel my heartbeat pick up with every step I take. 

I start to regret that I had been so persistent with Cayden, wanting to face Logan all by myself. 

Well, I guess I won’t be alone as there are guards around. 

I pass the tunnel and come to a halt as I reach Logan’s cell. 

He's sitting on a bench, leaning against a wall as he looks at me with empty eyes. 

His face is bloody and swollen, his clothes tattered. Dried blood is sticking onto his clothes, enhancing the wounds that are decorating his chest, shining through his ripped white shirt. 

A shudder passes through me, and I hug myself as if wanting to brace myself against the cold.&n