?Chapter 658:


    I felt my insides twist with urgency as I rushed to the door. “No time to exin! Alice, find Amon, now! He’s in charge of the prison, and only he can stop Antoni’s men from hurting Martin. Go!”


    Alice’s expression shifted to understanding, and without a word, she dashed out into the storm.


    Turning to Evie, I grabbed her shoulders with a firm grip. “Evie, stay here. I’m going to the prison.”


    With that, I grabbed the umbre Martin had handed me earlier and dashed out into the rain without a second thought. The sound of raindrops pelting the umbre echoed in my ears.


    It waste, and the pce was swallowed by an unsettling silence. I moved quickly through the darkness, making a beeline for the prison.


    Fortunately, my residence wasn’t far, and I reached it soon enough.


    The guards at the entrance stopped me, their eyes narrowing with suspicion. One of them grunted and demanded, “What are you doing here?”


    Breathing heavily, I asked, “Did you arrest a servant earlier?”


    The guard scowled and snapped, “What’s it to you? This isn’t a ce for you. Go back.”


    Worried for Martin, I pulled out the token yton had given me and held it high, my voice firm. “Prince yton ordered me to inquire about this. If you try to stop me, you’ll answer for it.”


    When they saw the token, their attitudes shifted instantly. Respect reced their previous hostility.


    The guard who had spoken first quickly nodded and bowed, replying, “Yes, a servant was arrested, but we don’t know the details.”


    I sneered, tucking the token back into my pocket, and prepared to step forward.


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    The guards hesitated, clearly wanting to stop me again. Fury surged inside me, and I shouted, “Do you really want to risk dying Prince yton’s business?”


    The guards froze, shaken by my tone.


    I didn’t spare them another nce. Folding the umbre, I marched into the prison with resolve.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The moment I crossed the ominous prison gate, a sharp scream filled the air. It was unmistakably Martin’s voice. My heart raced with dread, and I instinctively quickened my steps.


    Finally, I found Martin in the second interrogation room. He was bound to a cross with thick iron chains. His head drooped, and his body shook violently. His clothes were torn, stained with blood and marked by countlessshes.


    Beside him, two soldiers struck mercilessly with their whips, eachsh carving fresh wounds into his flesh.


    Ovee with rage, I kicked open the door and burst into the room. “Stop!” I shouted.


    The soldiers halted and turned to face me. One scowled and demanded gruffly, “Who are you? And how did you get in here?”


    Ignoring them, I rushed to Martin’s side. “Martin, are you alright?” I asked anxiously.


    Martin weakly lifted his head, his lips cracked and stained with dried blood. With a faint smile, he muttered, “I knew… you woulde.”


    His words pierced me with guilt. I turned back to the soldiers, my voice sharp with fury. “Why are you hurting him?”


    One soldier sneered dismissively, spitting on the ground. “This is none of your business! Leave now, or you’ll get whipped too!”


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