The message still glared at her from the phone screen.
"It's only a matter of time before it's all over."
Emerald's jaw tightened.
She put on her boots, grabbed her coat, and stepped out of her room. The halls of the estate were silent, with only the occasional creak of the floorboards as she walked. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, creating shadows on the stone walls.
She didn't stop until she reached the lower levels, descending toward the dungeons. The guards posted at the cell door straightened when they saw her.
"Alpha," one of them said with a bow.
"Open it," she ordered.
They obeyed instantly, unlocking the iron gate with a screech. Emerald stepped inside.
The room was dim, lit only by a flickering wall sconce. Quince sat in the middle of the cell, chained at the wrists, looking as though he hadn't moved since she'd last seen him.
She didn't waste time.
Without a word, she held out her phone, letting the screen glow illuminate his gaunt face.
