The dungeon was silent. It always was, a place where whispers of power and betrayal twisted into shadows. But tonight, the silence had changed. There was an energy in the air, crackling like static before a storm. Ryder could feel it, thrumming beneath his skin, pulsing in his veins.
His shackles, cold iron biting into his wrists, rattled with every movement, each tug a reminder of his captivity. But it wasn’t the chains that held him; it was something deeper. Something that coursed through him, threatening to tear him apart if he couldn’t find the source. The bond.
The bond had always been there, a silent thread between him and her, but tonight it flared with an intensity he couldn’t ignore. His pulse quickened, his heart racing, each beat a drum of impending disaster. Sienna. She was i
