Adira’s POV
Because of the silver chains, Caspian's wrists are raw and red. His chest has significant scrapes and bruises from the ripped shirt. He appears too weak.
My heart tightens. He's been here for how long? To what extent has he suffered?
I hurry to him and murmur, "Caspian."
Exhausted but alert, his golden eyes flash open. "You shouldn't be here, Adira."
Already working on the chains, I shake my head. "I'll get you out."
When I touch the silver, he recoils. I ignore the burn on my fingertips as I grit my teeth and continue.
"Hasn't Donovan been torturing you?" The anger in my voice is thick.
Caspian remains silent. His silence is a powerful statement.
Behind me, the door creaks. I raise my dagger and spin. With delight in his dark gaze, Donovan stands with his arms crossed
