Chapter 88

Ophelia

Jude kicked open the front door and sauntered inside. My mouth dried up as I spotted the rows of prison cells on the first floor. They were made of silver and had several symbols painting the outside. I knew from my week in the library that they were binding symbols, meant to suppress a witches power.

He bypassed them all, veering towards a curved staircase at the very back of the warehouse.

I lifted my head and locked eyes with Ryker. He was several feet behind us, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting slacks. They hung low on his hips, showing off the deep v carved into his muscle.

His lips were pressed into a harsh line, and I knew in my gut that whatever Jude had planned for me, Ryker would show me no mercy.

Jude kicked the door at the top of the steps open and carried me into a large studio apartment. The entire back wall was nothing but windows, covered in thick black curtains that blocked out most of the light. A gothic-looking bed with black silk blankets sat off to the