Chapter Sixty Three
Faelyn's eyes blink open, taking in the dark room around her in confusion.
Then she remembers.
Juta…
Amendiel…
She is lying on a mattress, a breathless sound escapes from her throat as she attempts to lift her hands.
She cannot.
They are tied to the bedpost.
Faelyn stares at the thick ropes tightly secured around her wrists and sheer terror claws its way around her mind, squeezing tight.
"Faelyn."
Faelyn stiffens, her eyes shooting to the corner of the room. The shadowed form of Amendiel makes her heart race… No, it's a deep crush that collapses her lungs, and Faelyn wheezes, starved of air.
She starts to jerk violently against the ropes, but it's no use.
Amendiel inches closer, and Faelyn whimpers as she watches Amendiel slowly take off the fur cloak wrapping his shoulders.
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest cavity as if a bird is trapped inside. Faelyn admits that it isn't just fear that causes her mind to race, there is something else.
