The Price of Betrayal

Kael

The cold stone beneath me bites into my skin, rough and unforgiving. My wrists burn, raw from the heavy iron chains cutting into my flesh. My shoulder throbs where the arrow tore through me, each shallow breath making the pain worse now.

Across from me, Wane sits on a wooden chair, his body completely relaxed but his fierce gaze burning with hatred sharp enough to pierce bone easily. He is calm...too calm for comfort...and that is exactly what truly scares me most of ...