Hundred and seventy

Blaze groaned as he woke up. The ringing in his ears persisted, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. He remained confined in the dungeon, and it was no surprise. Sandro wouldn't release him easily, especially after what had transpired.

Now, Sandro was aware of Arabella's location, and Blaze couldn't help but feel responsible.

The truth had been extracted from him through torture, yet he believed it was his fault for not resisting.

But then again, resisting would be tough when your weakness was exploited against you.

He scowled at the several marks lining his skin and the unyielding chain that kept him restrained. Trying to break free only resulted in discomfort- burning sensations that sent a jolt of electricity through him as well as a brain freeze.

"Fucking bastard," Blaze snarled, kicking a pebble and wincing.

The chain not only hindered his escape but also suppressed his abilities. Now that Sandro knew his identity, escaping would be an uphill battle.

Glancing at the hay-cov