Aria's pov……..

The sound of dripping water echoed through the dark, damp room. My head throbbed, a deep ache pulsing behind my eyes. The faint scent of rust, old blood, and damp stone filled my nostrils. I blinked hard, trying to adjust to the dim light of the cell I was in. My hands were bound with silver chains that burned against my skin, and my body ached in more places than I could count.

My throat was dry, my lips cracked. I tried to move, but the silver instantly sizzled, ...