Chapter 144: Nyra’s POV

The moment Orran lifted his head, the hall reacted.

Whispers surged like a tide, anger, disbelief, hatred folding into one another until the noise grew sharp enough to scrape against my skull. Even bound in silver, even soaked and reeling, Orran still had a presence. One that caused people to react.

He straightened slowly, rolling his shoulders as if the cuffs weren’t biting into his skin, as if the cage didn’t exist at all but I saw him wince and the way his ...