Chapter 257

Author PoV The chains that bound Luca were terribly heavy, and every time he moved, they cut into his skin. Bruised and battered, he was stuck in this dank underground prison which reeked of rot and spoilage. He had lost track of time-and that felt like an eternity-or days, possibly weeks. Each moment in the dimly-lit cell felt endless; every second was a reminder of how he had failed. He had been so sure it was going to work. So sure he would finish off Evelyn and make her pay for what she had done. Yet now, as he sat in the filth of Odessa's prison, he was sure of nothing anymore. A soft chuckle traveled from the adjacent cell soon afterward, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Well, well," drawled the voice. "Looks like you're still kicking." Luca turned his head toward the voice. A girl was sitting with her back against the wall of the cell bide the one he occupied, both knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes were alive and sharp, glistening blue in the torchlight. A ragged smear of dirt