*Starblood Dungeon, Deep Night*

The silver shackles on Lesley's wrists burned with every movement, biting into flesh already exposed and swollen.

But she wasn’t weak anymore.

Not in her mind. 

Not since she had come.

Loneliness had almost devoured her then, but Elira’s words had sunk deep, filling the hollow places. Every night that followed, she had let the whispers settle into her marrow, until she no longer felt abandoned but chosen.

Elira’s whispers in her mind had already seeped ...