Ziana’s POV
I sit there fighting the damn chains, trying to spot them for any weakness. I hear movement outside of the door and huff, sitting down on the big chair. The door opens, revealing Killian holding a tray of food.
He comes in and sets the tray on the dresser, looking at me sadly. Zane walks in behind him, staring at me longingly.
“It seems that we are both your mates.” Killian says, eyeing me. I roll my eyes and glare at them.
“Neither of you are. Now please unchain me.” I say lifting up my wrists. Killian sighs, motioning toward Zane. Zane comes and pulls out different cuffs, replacing the pure silver ones on my wrists with ones that don’t burn, but still bind gifts and the wolf. I hold my breath, thanking the goddess that the scars around my wrists can’t be seen.
“What th
