Navian:
Calling Ethan a bastard was being kind. He was a cold-blooded traitor and a soulless son of a b***h who deserved to rot in the deepest part of hell.
I still couldn’t believe he did this to us. His own brothers.
The door slammed open with a bang, and there he was, walking in like a king in his castle while a smug smile stretched across his face.
I turned to Miles. He flinched, jaw clenched, the pain in his eyes saying everything. We were wrecked. Tied up. Starving. Four days in this hellhole, and not a drop of water or a bite of food.
It’s been four days since Ethan forcefully knocked us both out and injected us with a substance, before dragging us in here like garbage.
“Well, well,” he drawled, voice soaked in mockery. “Hope you’re enjoying your little vacation, my darling br
