Cedric's heart dropped to his stomach when he heard that voice. He was initially flooded by confusion. They Raziel brought him here and wherever they were he didn't sense Kaiden at his
Cedric's brows furrowed deeply. He didn't believe what his eyes were showing him.
Kaiden.
It wasn't a memory. It wasn't a trick of the light.
It was Kaiden, bloodied, chained, breathing heavily. His eyes were not playing tricks on him; he could recognise his scent, too.
Kaiden's teeth were gritting, he could barely move from the pain. His body was stabbed with several blades. Even speaking felt like a chore.
Kaiden looked like he had been dragged through death's door, yet somehow yanked back right before stepping through it. His skin was pale beneath the smears of blood. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, and deep cuts marred his chest.
