Chapter 893 You're Done

• Posey
• Bandages weave lightly around my fingertips. I examine them in the silvery winter sunlight fanning through the thick curtains. I stopped trying to escape my room two hours ago, when it became evident that I’d been given some type of tonic to calm my nerves, which also successfully blocked most of my resonance, which meant bending the iron door jamb wasn’t an option.
• Still, when the door finally opens midmorning, I fly out of bed only to stop short when Aris darkens the doorway.