Chapter 153: Prisoner of Trust

Elira

I paced the tight, narrow circle the chain allowed me, the iron links singing a protest with every furious step. The rhythm was utterly maddening—clink, drag, clink—like a heartbeat that belonged entirely to my cage.

Wane truly believed I was mad. Perhaps I did look it—my eyes were raw and red, my hair was wild and unkempt, and fever sweat slicked my skin constantly. But I wasn't mad at all. I was simply awake. I knew Liora’s black, twisted heart ...