SELENE POV

It had to have been days since I was imprisoned. My magical powers were all but drained by the silver shackles so I was running on little energy. All I could do was sleep and daydream about Tor rescuing me. Damion would visit from time to time to feed me. And day by day, he would slowly try to break down the fragile walls of my psyche.

I did all I could to not let Damion’s taunting words affect what little hopes I had left, but it was getting harder as ...