Lila's POV
I fought to open my eyes, the cold stone floor pressing against my face. My wrists hurt from the harsh iron shackles strapped over them, and my head thumped. I gagged as the musty, dank smell of the dungeon filled my lungs. My body screamed in protest as I made myself sit up.
I was still alive. That indicated that Hayden had a desire for me. I became nervous as I saw a glimmer of movement in the darkened chamber. The sound of heavy footfall echoing along the stone passage made my heart quicken. The door creaked open, and I bit my lip to keep from moving. And there he was.
Hayden. His dark eyes gleamed in the flickering torch light as he entered. He examined me like a cat observing a snagged bird, and he seemed at ease, even pleased.
"You always did have a way of making thing
