Chapter 70: Nyra’s POV

Morning came slowly, if you could even call it that.

The faint gray light that filtered through the cracks in the walls barely passed for dawn. My body ached from the cold stone floor, my shoulders stiff from being bound in the same position for what felt like days. My wrists had gone numb long ago, though the silver burns still throbbed faintly beneath the skin.

I must’ve drifted somewhere between exhaustion and half-sleep when the door groaned open again.

Riven ...