Kael POV.
After finishing my business with Elara, I went down to the underground prison. The atmosphere here was cold, damp, and smelled of iron. It was the perfect place to rest my enemy.
I stood proudly in front of the single cell where Dorian lay weak. He was still unconscious. The stab wound I had inflicted on him had done its job. His blood had dried on his servant's uniform, now stained with blood, and his face slowly began to show the pain returning to his stomach.
I kicked the iron bars with the toe of my boot, creating a deafening noise. Dorian did not move. "How easy it is for a Gamma Moonvale to be caught in my lair," I hissed, my voice echoing in the narrow space. "Where is all the magic you boast about?"
I looked at Dorian. He was a valuable pawn. I wouldn't kill him, not
