#Chapter 87: Chains

Logan Jesse was gone. I stared at the empty cell in stunned silence, my fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms, claws lengthening in my fury. The chains had been opened and lay on the dirt floor like dead snakes. They had been cleanly removed. There had to have been someone on the inside that had helped him and provided the key. There had been no signs of a struggle or forced entry. It was like he had just stood up, taken off his manacles, and walked right out. “Lock the entire palace down,” I barked at the nearest guard, my voice low and dangerous. “No one comes in or out without my knowledge. I want a full list of everyone on duty in every single corner of this palace. I want names, ranks, and rotations. All of it.” The guard nodded and sprinted off. I turned back toward the cell, rage boiling my blood. He had escaped and evaded justice. Again. Jesse. My own half-brother. I should’ve killed him in his tent back at the rogue camp. It certainly would h