Chapter 67: Kade’s POV

It had been a day since they dragged Nyra away.

Twenty-four hours of silence and uncertainty, long enough for the walls to start feeling smaller, the air colder, and my patience thinner.

They’d locked us in what looked like an old storeroom damp stone, no windows, just a single barred door that let in enough light to make out each other’s faces. The only sound was the occasional drip of water from the ceiling and the soft crackle of the torch in the ...