BRIANNA’S POV
He was shackled to the wall, his body limp, head slumped forward. His hair was longer than I remembered. It was matted and dirty but it was his. There was a scar on his face now.
That’s him.
My father.
My real father.
I grabbed the thick iron shackles that bound his wrists to the wall. They were enchanted I could feel the magic humming against my skin as I reached for the runes. I whispered the counter-chant under my breath. My hands glowed faintly as I broke the spell holding the locks together. They clicked loose one after the other.
His body slumped into me.
I caught him just before he collapsed fully. My arms wrapped around him as I lowered us both to the cold ground.
“Dad…” I choked.
His eyes fluttered open. His eyes were blood shot. He began muttering in a low
