Lorisa POV
Coldness, unlike the physical cold of winter, and more like the stinging coldness that settled in your chest when something was about to go really wrong, vibrated inside. It prickled her heart and coated her lungs, making her air come wheezing in and out in raspy breaths.
The ground was hard. Ungiving. It was freezing to the touch, but the bars surrounding her were hot like fire. Every time she touched them, they left burning scars on her hands.
“This is what this cage was made for. This was its original intent,” the old man hackled loudly. “You're an abomination. One we have worked hard to prevent for quite some time. Why do you think we do not tolerate the integration of all our species? Why do you think us elderly Lords are so set in our ways? Do you think it is for pres
