Moana’s POV

When I woke, the world felt strange, blurred at the edges as if I were still half lost in a dream. My body was heavy and languid, my limbs aching in a way that was unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. For a moment, I lay very still, my breath shallow as I tried to remember what had happened.

Then it all came rushing back.

The cold stone beneath my feet as I was dragged down a torch-lit hall. The dark figure waiting for me in a room filled with flickering shadows. His eyes ...