VIOLET POV
My head hurts. Like someone's taken a sledgehammer to my skull. The room is spinning, or am I spinning? I can't tell which. My chest tightens, heart racing so fast it feels like it might burst right out of my ribcage.
I blink, eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar space. The ceiling is rough stone, cracked and stained, like it's been standing for centuries. My gaze drifts around the room while my brain struggles to catch up.
Where the f**k am I?
I try to move, but something cold bites into my wrists. Chains. Thick, silver-plated cuffs lock me to a chair, and the metal digs into my skin, sharp enough to hurt but not enough to break.
And then it hits me.
The Shadow Wolves. The attack. Adrian, f**k! Adrian.
My stomach lurches. Is he okay? Did the poison take him down? Was M
