SELVARA’S POV
The chamber grew silent after the council members left. The echo of their footsteps faded down the corridor, leaving only the sound of my own breathing. I was bound to the chair in the center of the room, and my wrist was really aching from the way the strap I was tied with dug into my flesh.
I lowered my eyes to the floor and when I shifted and pressed my wrists hard against my sides. My fingers brushed against the small knife I had managed to tuck into my pocket before being dragged here. They had searched me, but not well enough.
I held my breath and angled the blade awkwardly. The leather cut into my wrists, but I sawed slowly and carefully. The ropes frayed, then loosened. I did a few more pulls, and the straps fell free.
I gasped softly, rubbing my sore wrists. I
