DORIAN POV

The steel door groaned open with a slow, hollow creak.

I braced myself.

We all did.

But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on the other side.

Freya.

Or what was left of her.

She stood in the center of the cold, dimly lit chamber. Chains hung loose at her wrists, as if the people who had restrained her had either fled—or didn’t survive long enough to regret it. The light from the overhead flickered, casting intermittent ...