Sean’s POV
The moment my eyes fluttered open, a wave of nausea hit me. My limbs felt heavy, my head pounding as though someone had taken a hammer to it.
The scent of rusted metal, damp stone, and dried blood filled my nostrils.
I tried to move—a sharp burn tore through my wrists.
Silver. Damn it.
It took me a second to realize I wasn’t alone.
“Sean.”
I turned toward the voice, blinking through the haze.
Xavier and Rolex were chained up beside me.
I had seen my brothers in battle. Seen them strong, unshaken, even in the face of impossible odds. But now?
They looked wrecked.
Xavier’s jaw was tight, his wrists raw where the silver had burned through his skin. Rolex had blood caked along his temple, his clothes torn.
I had never seen them like this before.
“You’re awake,” Rolex mu
