Chapter 114

Jax's POV A blast of magic struck my back, the impact sending me crashing into the dungeon wall. Pain exploded through my body, unlike anything I had ever experienced—burning and freezing simultaneously, as if my very cells were being torn apart and reassembled incorrectly. I tasted blood, metallic and warm, filling my mouth as I struggled to my feet. "Still fighting?" Ivanka's voice carried a hint of admiration beneath the contempt. "Most would have surrendered by now." I turned to face her, forcing my trembling legs to support my weight. The dungeon cell that was meant to be Aubrey's prison had become my own. Irony at its finest. "I've never been one to surrender," I spat blood onto the concrete floor between us. "You should know that better than anyone." Ivanka looked different now—her usual elegant appearance transformed by the magic coursing through her. Her white-blonde hair floated around her head as if underwater, her violet eyes now glowing with an unnatural light that leaked