Chapter 137 : Zane
Elara's POV
Darkness.
That was all I saw when I snapped my eyes open, despite the sick, pounding headache that came with it.
At first, I thought maybe I’d gone blind, my chest tightened, breath catching, until my fingers brushed the ground beneath me, cold, damp stone and the scent of mildew and rust told me I was somewhere underground.
A faint drip-drip echoed from somewhere far away, the air was heavy, tasting faintly of iron and I knew immediately it was blood.
"Yours" Myra muttered grimly.
I lifted my hand to my head and winced and my fingertips came away sticky and warm.
Okay… still bleeding. Fantastic.
I pushed myself up, my wrists aching and that’s when I realized they were bound. Not with rope, but with something solid and smooth. Metal cuffs, warm aga
