Chapter 73

• My throat was dry. My lips were cracked. And every inch of me hurt like I had been dragged through hell and back. Again. The cold stone beneath me bit into my spine, and I realized I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I was strapped down. Chains. Heavy ones. My wrists burned. So did my ankles.
• I blinked slowly, fighting the darkness pressing at the edges of my vision. Where was I?
• The air smelled like rot. Old blood which had drifted off from me. And magic. The kind that made your stomach twist and your skin itch. I coughed, and something wet slid down the side of my mouth.