An hour later, the heavy office doors swung open, and Drakon walked back inside.
He strolled straight over to the iron cage, pulled a sleek silver key from his pocket, and unlocked the door. "Okay," he said, taking a few steps back to give me space, his eyes locked onto me as he waited. "It's time."
"Okay," I muttered, preparing to move.
I placed my hands on the cold stone floor and went to push myself up. The second I straightened my spine, a sharp, white-hot spasm tweaked straight across my lower back.
"Ow," I gasped out loud, wincing through my teeth.
I forced myself up anyway, ignoring the dull ache, and stepped out of the cage. As I wiped my palms on the sides of my dress, I noticed Drakon wasn't looking at me. His gaze was fixed entirely on the spot where I'd been sleeping on th
