MIRA’S POV
I woke to a scream.
It wasn’t loud. It was strangled—guttural, like someone trying to claw their way out of a nightmare. My heart lurched, and I jolted upright on the cold dungeon floor, my back throbbing from the stone beneath it.
“Luca,” I whispered hoarsely.
He was trembling in his corner, tangled in chains and sweat-soaked. His head thrashed side to side as if fighting invisible monsters. His lips moved—pleading words I couldn’t hear. Then his eyes snapped open.
“Luca,” I said again, louder this time. “It’s okay.” I’m here.”
He gasped, like a man dragged up from deep water, and his whole body jerked. For a moment, his gaze darted wildly, confused. Then they found me.
“Mira…”
I crawled across the space between us, dragging the heavy cuff on my ankle. When I reached hi
