Chapter Twelve

I went into Tristan’s holding cell, gasping as I smelt the burning of his skin and the silver that was on his wrists, feet and neck. Overkill seeing as he was in a silver-barred holding cell. I growled low in annoyance and left the room, going to the control room for a set of keys before going back into the cell with Tristan. I unlocked the cell and went to him, unlocking the cuffs from his wrists then his ankles, his eyes fluttering open as I unlocked the cuff around his neck. He bolted upright with a snarl but as he reached for me he came to his senses and flopped back with an exhausted groan.

“What are you doing in here?” he rasped, his voice gravelly and his throat burned and bruised from the silver cuff. I hissed, no longer able to ignore the stinging in my fingers and tossed all the cuffs behind me and outside of the cell. I went to the table with bottles of water designed to taunt him with what he