Enzo’s POV
I leave Celeste to get bathed and changed. When I saw the blood on my hand from her head, I almost shifted right there and ripped those guys to pieces. I’ve never felt that kind of anger before, and yet, I’ve been known to lose control for much lesser offenses. What was it that kept me tame? I think it might’ve been Celeste. I didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was.
“My lord, we took the prisoners to the dungeon. One of them is badly wounded.” Ev says.
“Good, we’ll make him the example.” I say. We make our way down to the dungeon. I need to release some of this stress. The dungeon isn’t used as often anymore. The air down here is damp and the torches make it smell like smoke. I see a few of my men standing outside one of the cells. The bow when they see me.
