Chapter 11 The Trap

• The world returned to Sienna in fragments of pain and cold.
• Her head throbbed violently from Vance’s blow, a sharp, metallic taste of blood pooling in her mouth. She tried to move her hands, but her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with heavy, freezing metal chains. Every time she shifted, a searing, burning sensation flared across her skin.
• Silver-lined chains. They weren't meant for her. They were meant for him.