Grace POV

The silver-laced chains burn.

Not just my wrists anymore. The burning has spread up my arms, into my shoulders, settling deep in my bones like poison.

Every movement sends fresh agony radiating outward. Every breath feels harder than the last.

I don't know how long I've been here. Hours? Days? Time has lost meaning in this room.

My body aches in ways I didn't know were possible. My back throbs where it hit the wall. My wrists are raw and ...