CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
BRADLEY ENDLESS
The tower, it seemed, had many secrets. Chief among them being a dungeon, which is exactly where Daria whisked me away to. Right in a cell, complete with bars and everything. “Are you kidding me?” I demanded. “You’re putting me in a cell?”
“Yes,” Daria answered.
“I thought you wanted to use me for my body,” I said.
Daria laughed. “You’re hardly my type, Bradley Endless. Besides, you’ve got your mates smell all over.”
I scowled. “I haven’t met my mate.”
“You have, and you know full well who it is,” said Daria.
I coughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Daria’s eyes turned bright yellow. “You’ve known since you were eighteen years-old. It’s one of the reasons why you left home, because you were afraid that you were wrong for th
