I groaned as consciousness dragged me back, my skull throbbing like a war drum. The bitter tang of whatever drug Almira had used still coated my tongue, metallic and thick.
Gods, I’m getting really f*****g tired of waking up in chains.
I blinked against the dim light, my vision swimming as I took in my surroundings: stone walls, a damp floor, and the distant drip-drip of water echoing off cold walls.
Fantastic. Another dungeon.
I flexed my fingers, testing the restraints. Thick iron cuffs were reinforced with magic, not letting me use my fire.
Blake really doesn’t learn, does he?
A dry laugh escaped me, though it came out more like a cough. "Blake, that f*****g bastard."
Of course, I was alone; it reminded me of my days in the village, when I was trapped in that cage. However, thi
