Olivia Martins

“No!” I screamed, fighting the ropes with everything I had.

They cut into my wrists and burned my skin raw, but I didn’t stop. I twisted, thrashed, and kicked until my shoulders ached and my lungs felt like fire. The chair creaked beneath me, unmoving. The bonds didn’t loosen. If anything, they tightened.

I couldn’t feel him.

I couldn’t feel Caspian.

That silken thread that had always hummed somewhere at the back of my mind, faint but real, was ...