Morgan’s POV

A bucket of ice-cold water woke me up from my unconsciousness.

I jerked awake to realize that I was chained to a pillar and silver chains dug into my neck, hands and legs.

The first thing I registered was the damp smell of wood, mold, and the metallic smell of blood.

Xavier sat on a chair opposite me, with his eyes locked on me.

“Hello there, welcome back” he said, grinning.

When I tried to move, the silver bit into my wrists and ankles with a hiss, the burn flaring up my ...