Every part of me ached, breathing was a labor, and my chest throbbed as if I’d taken a severe beating. Confusion clouded my thoughts; typically, after a brutal encounter, Emory would confine me to the dungeon, yet I was not engulfed by the familiar stench of blood and urine. Instead, a different scent surrounded me... the scent of my mates.
I realized I was no longer confined to a cell, nor was I in Emory's grasp, nor in a perilous situation. But if I was safe, why did I still feel so much pain? Memories began to surface. Christian had been injured, and I remembered healing him.
I frowned, attempting to open my eyes. Yet the light streaming through the window felt like fire against my eyelids, prompting a groan of discomfort.
"Shut the blinds," Zaiden commanded, and darkness enveloped t
