Eryx POV
I unlock the cell just after sunrise.
The lock clicks loud in the quiet hall. Eran is already on his feet, leaning against the bars like he knew I was coming. His face is calm. Too calm. That same smug look sits on his mouth, like he’s been entertained all night.
“Get out,” I say.
He steps forward, slow, chains dragging behind him. I undo them one by one. He watches my hands and not my face.
“You’re free,” I tell him. “For now. You behave, or you’re right back here.”
His lips twitch. A smirk. Of course.
“And stay away from the females,” I add. My voice stays flat. “All of them.”
That smirk widens like I’ve amused him. He straightens, rolls his shoulders once, then walks past me.
He doesn’t say a word.
I watch his back disappear down the corridor, my jaw tight. Lincoln is
