Drake – POV

My eyes flickered open to the dim glow of an unfamiliar dungeon. The air was thick with dampness, the scent of iron and rot clinging to the stone walls.

“You’re awake!”

I squinted through the darkness, my gaze landing on a chained-up figure. My heart clenched. Mac. He looked thinner, weaker—like he had been trapped here for far too long.

“Mac?” My voice came out in shock.

His head lifted slightly. “How is Yuri?” His voice was weak, but the urgency in ...