TREVOR’S POV
I woke up choking on dust and the metallic taste of dried blood.
It took me a few seconds to realize I wasn’t dying. Not yet.
The gas was gone.
I blinked up at the cracked ceiling, trying to remember where I was, what happened. My body still ached like hell, but the fog in my head had lifted. The constant burning in my lungs was gone. My senses were sharpening again—finally.
And that’s when I felt it. Kevin. Anthony. I felt my brothers through the scent and through the bond. They were here. They had come for me. They’d walked into Seraphine’s trap.
I pushed myself up, slow and shaky, but my breath came easier. The chains around my wrists still glowed but it wasn’t burning like before. Whatever enchantment they used had weakened. She must’ve stopped feeding the room gas,
