Tatiana's Pov;

Leaving the chains behind was supposed to be something that I should have felt ecstatic about.

However, that was not the case.

I dreaded where I was being led by the bastard whose merciless grip refused to lessen.

Light—pure and blinding—burned my sight. Everything appeared blurry for a second, my eyes squinting, struggling to adjust to the shift in lighting, in environment.

“Move it, damsel,” he tugged harshly, and I bit down on my tongue.

I had no idea where he was ...