King Liam – POV
My unsteady gaze darted around the unfamiliar room. The first thing I saw were iron bars and damp, mold-stained walls. I tried to move, but the heavy shackles binding my wrists and ankles yanked me back before I could even reach the bars.
Pyro, I called out silently, trying to reach for my dragon powers. Nothing. I should have guessed—the restraints were enchanted.
Frustration burned in my chest. How could I have been so careless? To get captured like this—while Esme was still out there, in danger. I pulled hard against the chains, but they didn't give an inch.
"Shit." The word slipped out as I tried again, straining with everything I had. The chains mocked me, unmoving. Out of pure anger, I slammed my fist into the wall. Pain shot up my arm like fire. The magic was working exactly as intended—draining me, making me weaker, reducing me to little more than a powerless human.
