Wielder of Tiren (The Raven Chronicles book 3)
“It wrapped around his body, constricting with every breath. He lay on something cold and hard, that much he knew. He fought to regain control of his muscles, willing his mind to ignore it. At least he was still alive.
His mind began to make sense of the jumble of images. Being dragged down a dank, dark corridor. Any misstep resulting in a swift kick to his gut or a sword pommel to his back. Sera’s face, tearstained and scared, as they propelled him into a cell. Her voice screaming his name as his head hit the wall and blackness overtook him.
Sera. His heart constricted at the thought of her. The threat made against her, should he fight back. He knew he couldn’t fight against them, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to get them both out of this mess.
The ringing in his ears dissipated at last, and he began to listen for more sounds.
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