[Lucien]
I woke to cold water crashing over my head.
My eyes flew open with a gasp, blinking against the splash. My head jerked back involuntarily, and a hoarse sound tore from my throat.
“Good. You’re finally awake.”
Fenrick—or Victor’s voice. I heard it before I saw him. He squeezed the last few drops from the bottle over my face, then tossed it aside like trash.
I tugged instinctively. Both arms wrenched up—chained above my head, each wrist yanked in opposite directions. My muscles tightened automatically, already healed and ready to break free. But the moment I pulled hard, something burnt my skin.
Wolfsbane.
Of course.
I gritted my teeth as the burn peeled through my palm. Clever bastard had taped it directly to my fists. Every time I moved, I cooked myself.
Nice touch.
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