[Elara's POV]
"Help!" That really felt like a far distant call. Nobody was truly coming; I was trapped in this hell, but just a light slashed through.
I woke up feeling cold stone beneath my skin.
"Kieran," I wanted to call his name, but it only came out barely as a whisper. The world swam blurred at the edges as I darted front and back. My arms were heavy; my mind fogged. There was something thick in my veins—no, this wasn't sleep. It wasn't pain either. Something was wrong—I could only feel it.
Chains clinked when I moved; my wrists were bound, and so were my legs. My gaze scanned the room, and for a second, I froze, "Where am I?" No, this wasn't the house; the room was different.
I blinked until the shadows took shape.
It wasn't a prison—I was in a ritual chamber.
"How?" I wondered how I got here.
