Vivian's POV
Kade left me in a small room, off the hallway. It wasn't a jail cell or an Archive. It was somewhere in-between.
"Freya by will be here soon," Kade stated. "She is the healer. She'll take care of your back."
"Thank you," I managed to say.
He nodded once and closed the door softly.
And I was alone.
I sat on the edge of the small bed, afraid to lie down. Afraid to stand. Each breath I took, felt as if I was drawing a knife through my ribs. The binds screamed, not because of my own pain, but because of Dominic's.
His pain wasn't physical, it was much worse than that. The kind of pain that comes when you watch someone you care about suffer; and there isn't anything you can do to stop it, no matter how hard you try.
The door opened without knocking. Silas stepped inside, h
