Landon's POV
My eyes shot open immediately, almost as though I had been jolted awake from the dead.
The first thing I felt was pain. A searing pain that pulsed in my head like fire. I tried to push myself upright, but the agony made me stumble back. Instinctively, I reached out to touch my head, only to realize my hands wouldn't move.
Chains, I was bound by them to a wall.
My right hand was shackled to the wall and so was the left. My wrists burned where the cold iron bit into my skin.
"What… what am I doing here?" I rasped, forcing myself to sit up as my voice echoed into the silence. My eyes darted to the two guards stationed outside the cell where I was trapped. Rage surged through me instantly. Who would dare? Who would dare to lock me in a place like this?
I wanted to roar, to shake the walls with my fury but my tongue stilled when I noticed something far worse—the cell, it's walls and the smell of this place. The carved markings etched into the stones was all familiar.
