I woke up with a sharp inhale. My head was pounding. My body felt heavy. I tried to move but…
Chains. Thick, silver chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles, binding me to an iron post.
I sucked in a breath, something inside me, I couldn’t explain, stirring in distress. The silver burned against my skin, weakening me. Why?
Where was I?
My surroundings were dimly lit, torches casting flickering trails on ancient stone walls. The air smelled damp, like an underground dungeon.
Footsteps echoed in the darkness. I tensed.
Then I saw him.
Zareth.
He stepped forward, hands in his pockets, his expression blank.
“I’ll be honest, Leanna,” he said smoothly. “You’re a lot more… intriguing than I expected.”
I gritted my teeth. “Let me go.”
He chuckled. “Not happening.”
I yanked at the cha
