Leah
My legs almost gave out.
Not from exhaustion. Not from Andromeda's power draining me or the altitude or the fight through the mountain. From seeing him. From what they'd done to the strongest man I'd ever known.
He was on a stone slab dressed in silk, placed at the center of the ritual circle. Shirtless. Chained at the wrists and ankles with iron links that glowed with enchantment. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his face by hands that weren't mine. His skin gleamed with oils that caught the candlelight, and the care with which he'd been prepared, cleaned, groomed, arranged like a sacrifice on an altar, made bile claw up my throat.
But it was his face that broke me.
His eyes were open. Silver, glassy, swimming with whatever poison they'd pumped into his veins. Tears trac
