JULIETTE

My sleep was disrupted by the not-so-dismissive itch that dwelled under my arm. I rubbed my body against it, but it only made it worse.

I snapped my eyes open, annoyance setting in, the room was silent, too silent, and each move I made sounded louder than normal.

I could still feel the heavy weight of the metal chains pressed against my leg; however, something felt different. My hands felt lighter.

I glanced down, and to my utter surprise, the chains were gone. Darius ...