"So, which will it be?" I asked. "Zeph's signet crest or your life?"
At first, I expected him to speak his answer quickly, knowing he was petrified of me. However, while Ajax held the gun at him, with his hands over his head in surrender, he stayed quiet. The silence of the dungeons was laced with an eery haunt that seemed to spread goosebumps along my arms and legs. The only sound we could hear was the creaks of bars being held by the prisoners, the heavy thump of the battle raging on above us, and Hayden still whispering to the ground like a whispy mouse. Ethan stayed quiet, smiling eyes trained on me for so long I started to believe I only said those words in my head.
Just when I drew in a breath to speak, he spoke before me quite calmly in spite of his circumstances. "I've always adm
