The chains came for Kaelira before dawn.
The heavy iron door groaned open, and six armored guards entered her cell without a word. Their faces were hidden behind steel helmets, their movements disciplined and cold.
“On your feet,” one of them ordered.
Kaelira rose slowly despite the pain in her chest. The wound Ronan had given her had begun to heal, but every breath still reminded her of that terrible moment.
A thick chain was fastened around her wrists.
Another around her waist.
They weren’t taking any chances.
The Blood Sovereign was dangerous…
Even as a prisoner.
The guards led her through a maze of underground tunnels.
The deeper they descended, the colder the air became.
Ancient torches burned with strange blue flames, casting long shadows across the stone walls.
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