Eve’s POV
As we walked back to Blackthorn, I kept looking from Malik to Dorian.
No one had said a thing, they didn’t even argue this time.
The last time I heard anyone's voice was when Malik had his hands bound in a silver cuff and then Dorian told me to “move.”
One would wonder why they went ahead to search for me, because how do you find a person who just escaped death and treat them like this…
Malik walked quietly beside me, his hands still bleeding from the tightness of the cuff, though he had his usual optimistic look on his face, I still wanted to reach out to him, to assure him we were both going to be fine but I couldn’t even convince myself
By the time we reached Blackthorn, the mood had shifted far behind the cloud, the guards bowed to Dorian, their eyes moving from on
