Mai's P.O.V.
Two days passed.
Two long, excruciating days, and still—Eldur wouldn't talk.
I knew he was just toying with us. My father and Papa Adrian locked him up, interrogated him daily, but I knew it was useless. Eldur could teleport out of that room whenever he wanted. He was playing a game, taunting us—taunting me.
And I hated him for it.
Every second without Liam felt like claws raking through my chest. I barely slept, barely ate. My thoughts were a relentless storm, and every whisper in my mind screamed one thing—Liam is gone and it's your fault.
I couldn't breathe without him.
I stood outside the dungeon, fists clenched at my sides. From inside, I heard Papa's voice, low and filled with fury.
"Where is he, Eldur?" There was silence then Eldur's smooth, infuriating voice came through.
"I already told you."
My stomach twisted.
"I don't know."
Liar.
