Caleb's POV

The cold had seeped into my bones hours ago, settling there like an old companion. I'd stopped trying to fight it, instead focusing on the meditation techniques my mother had taught me as a boy—breathing exercises meant to center the mind, to find calm in chaos.

It wasn't working particularly well.

Theron had finally passed out in the corner, his breathing deep and even despite the uncomfortable stone floor. Sleep was a mercy in this place, and I was glad he'd found it. The man ...