Kael’s POV
Darkness.
That was all I could register when I first opened my eyes, or tried to. A thick, rough cloth pressed against my eyelids, tied tight. I was blindfolded. I tried to move my hands, but the harsh clink of chains echoed in response. Cold metal bit into my wrists, pinning them above me. The same icy grip anchored my ankles.
I was restrained completely, I couldn't carried my led or do anything to breakthrough.
Panic filled in my chest.
“What the hell?” I rasped, my throat parched and raw.
I strained against the cuffs, wincing as the metal dug deeper into my skin. My breathing grew heavier. My pulse thudded in my ears. Where the hell was I?
The last thing I remembered was being in my room, dressing for the wedding. That damned suit. Gracie’s brother, my so-called broth
