Zyaire
I shot straight up in the bed as the faint smell of the salty ocean made me frown. The glass-encased cell that I inhabited wasn’t my normal cell. The body aches and pains didn’t assault me today and I frowned. That wasn’t the only thing that was different. Staring at my fist, I flexed my fingers, and frowned when they transformed into a sharp metal sword, then back to my fingers. Memories flooded my mind with each breath. I wasn’t slave 6424. My name is Zyaire Ketmer. Rayne is my mate. My eyes widen as I realized what she had done. She had slowed both of my hearts so I would black out.
Where is Rayne. Where is my son?
The sound of heavy footsteps tracked down the hall, and I laid back on my bed, closing my eyes. The return of my memory could be a gift or a curse. I preferred the
