Aria’s POV

Chains bit into my wrists as I was dragged forward. The metal scraping stone echoed like a funeral chant around me. My bare feet barely registered the cold beneath them anymore—everything inside me felt numb, hollowed out. But I dragged it along anyway.

I had no idea how long the moon goddess wanted to repeat this joke of a fate, but I wished she would stop at this point. The insufferable bastard I was fated to wasn't worth it.

Beside me, Rhea walked with her chin lifted. ...