XXIV: Help

-Kai-

Another lash across my back tears my flesh in two, but the pain has long since subsided. I haven’t felt the silver split my skin, my only focus is the unmoving, emaciated body of my mate in front of me. My son, Creed, has passed out from the pain, broken ribs, and dislocated arms healing slowly.

The fuckers have us strung up in silver chains and shackles in an underground channel underneath my family cabin. My brothers are being held in separate cells and I can feel they’re alive, but they’ve done something, so we cannot mind link each other.

It’s especially frustrating to me, seeing as I felt a link snap a few days ago and still do not know who it is.

“Marle wasn’t kidding when she said you’d be a tough one to get through, but then again we’re long past asking questions and I’m just doing it because it’s fun,” the fucking usurper prince says behind me before one last lash of the whip lands on my lower back.

My wounds heal almost immediately, and I hear him let out a frustrate