Winter POV
The dungeon is cold and dismal. But I don't dare complain. I had insisted they put me down here in the first place, for everyone's safety, even when they had tried to protest against it. But my actions seem futile, stupid. I should never have bothered. Because if I wanted to, I could easily get myself out of here.There's the smell of old blood in the air. and it's disgusting, my nose wrinkling in disgust. I huddle underneath the blanket Kai gave me, shivering profusely and wondering at my actions. Will this really keep all of them safe? I doubt it. I can't get the image of my father out of my mind. What I did to him. The pervase pleasure I took in pulling out his entrails from his lifeless body, the screams that echoed through the forest. It was like another person had taken ov
