Chapter 39

I pass a door and I stop, retracting my steps before unlocking the door and going down the stairs of the dimly lit underground room.

The scent of blood whiffs past my nostrils as well as the stench that comes from the moss that comes together from dripping water.

The place that serves as my dungeon is now empty and I hate that I actually expected to see someone there. Am I going crazy with such thoughts?

She's dead. I killed her. I killed Anne. I killed my actual mate.

For some insane reason, I expected her to still be in that seat locked down with both arms and legs. Head hung low with hair falling over her face like a curtain. Body weak, frail, and tired almost looking like a skeleton. That powerless weak look empowers me.

Just like Rosella, Anne's presence down here keeps me sane and keeps me together.

She's always at the receiving end of my anger whenever Rosella is too battered to be even touched. It doesn't help that Anne runs her mouth like a loose screw each time I come h