Morgan groaned and tried to move. Chains rattled and held him shackled to a stone wall. Two hours had passed without anyone coming in to see them, and Evan was looking worse with every minute. His skin was pale, and his eyes were nearly translucent. He looked like Death itself. A guard brought Morgan water once, but no one ever gave Evan a drop. Morgan knew it was only a matter of time. Yet he held out hope, what little there was. Evan’s brother was nowhere to be seen, and with Evan as silent as the grave, Morgan prayed Evan’s twin would find them quickly. He dragged his attention from Evan’s limp form to the other side of the room. The man who had brought them here walked in.
“Well, it’s nice to see one of you coming around finally.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, forgive me, Morgan, for
