Chapter 50: While I draw breath.

Hugo POV

Never in my life had I been rendered speechless; I always had something to say and felt every bastard within earshot needed to hear what that was, but standing in the doorway to a filthy room that stank of piss and rotten flesh, it was like I had never been taught a single word!

My eyes locked on the tiny form of Aurora, naked apart from the bruises that dressed her skin most in different stages of healing; she looked like she hadn't eaten a meal this whole time. Clenching my fists at my side, hearing her ask if the males were dead, the hope in her frail voice broke me, and it took every part of me not to walk back down those stairs and remove the fuckers head and throw them at her feet as an apology.

The fact she had been left to suffer this long because of my actions enraged me. Jason had tried to get me to see that none of this was my fault on the journey down here, but he hadn't seen the shit I had pulled recently.

This, unquestionably, was a consequence of my actions.