Pain. Dull and sharp at once.
Prince Thas groaned as he stirred from unconsciousness, his body aching like he had been trampled by a herd of wild alphas. He tried to move, to rub his sore throat—which burned as if he had swallowed fire—but something yanked him back.
His wrists. Tied.
He blinked rapidly, his vision blurry, but the dim light from a flickering torch above cast enough glow for him to take in his surroundings. Stone walls. Iron bars. A dirt floor.
No… no, this can’t be right.
A spike of adrenaline surged through him as he yanked hard at the restraints.
“What the—” he rasped.
Then, a voice. Low. Sharp. Unforgiving.
“Save your strength. You’ll need it.”
Thas’s head snapped toward the sound. And then he saw him. Standing just beyond the cell bars, arms folded, gaze burnin
