Selvara’s POV

The first thing I felt was the cold as the damp earth pressed against my cheek. When I tried to move, pain shot up my arms. My wrists were bound tight behind my back, the rope cutting into my skin.

My eyes opened slowly, the world around me swimming in a haze. I could still feel the poison's effect, dulling my senses, making my every breath heavy. I sucked in air anyway, forcing my mind to clear.

The forest was quiet, save for the swooshing of trees.

My heart dropped. I ...