Seans POV

The moment my eyes fluttered open, a wave of nausea hit me. My limbs felt heavy, my head pounding as though someone had taken a hammer to it.

The scent of rusted metal, damp stone, and dried blood filled my nostrils.

I tried to movea sharp burn tore through my wrists.

Silver. Damn it.

It took me a second to realize I wasnt alone.

Sean.

I turned toward the voice, blinking through the ...